Sawyer

A gamma’s guide to Sin…

First, pull up those big girl panties, take your stimulants, and remember the gamma code—only you control your fate, and thus your future. Not the alphas who bark at you, the betas who think they are better than you, the deltas who want to whip you into submission, or the mages who read your future. Oh, and definitely not the omegas who are everything you aren’t.

Second, if you find yourself on a mission with an alpha and two deltas who make you squirm—don’t. They will all try to control you, because to them, you are the weakest link. Prove them all wrong. You’ve got this, gamma, because you are a goddess.

Third, don’t fall for their charm, especially if they whisper in your ear that they want you and you smell like you are theirs. No matter how precious they make you feel, you will never overcome biology. This is just a fling, nothing more. Once the adrenaline fades, you’ll be alone.

Fourth, prepare for the hangover of heartbreak. Yeah, sure, I warned you, and myself for that matter, but pheromones talk and demand action, and a gamma has needs, so when fate slaps you in the face, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Don’t forget to sway those hips as you walk away. That way, they won’t ever see your tears.