One minute I was a sixteen-year-old ex-god stuck in a mortal body (thanks, Dad). The next? BAM—Zeus decides, “Hey, let’s spice things up!” and now I’m sixteen, in some alternate universe where everyone is talking about alphas and omegas like it’s a personality quiz on Olympus.com.

Oh, did I mention? I’m an omega. Yeah. Apparently, that’s a thing here. Not demigod, not mortal, not even “sad little Lester.” Nope. Omega. Whatever that means, other than lots of people giving me weird looks and sniffing the air like bloodhounds.

So, congratulations to me. Former god of music, poetry, archery, plague, and now… walking pheromone magnet. Thank you, Zeus. Really nailed it this time.