Chapter 47

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. Each piece screamed of Alpha Foster's possessive fantasy, designed to display me as his prized possession rather than clothe me with dignity. I had just picked up one of the least revealing options when I felt his heat at my back, his scent envelopin