Chapter 47. Imprisoned Again

Summer’s POV

After showering quickly, I wrapped myself in a towel and faced an unpleasant reality—I had nothing to wear except the clothes hanging in the closet outside, where Alpha Foster waited. Taking a deep breath, I cracked open the door.

“I need clothes,” I said flatly.

Alpha Foster was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone. He looked up with a smile that made my skin crawl.

“In the dresser,” he said, pointing. “I had some new things brought in for you.”

I slipped out, clutching the towel tightly around me as I hurried to the dresser. Inside were brand new clothes—all in my size, but nothing I would ever choose for myself. Low-cut blouses, skin-tight pants, and dresses so short they barely qualified as clothing.