Fatty for the Playboy Alpha
She was a tall Beta with graying hair and sharp eyes that seemed to see through every student.
"Good morning, Omegas," she said, she flipped through the book in her hand before looking at the students. "Today, we'll be discussing the art of presentation. How you walk, how you talk, and how you hold yourself in the presence of Alphas and other wolves superior to you."
Anaya felt her stomach turn. She had heard it all before. Her mother had drilled it into her head since she could walk.
"Eyes down, shoulders back. Never speak unless spoken to. You're an Omega, Anaya. You exist to serve."