Allegedly

Prologue- Mate

The bus stopped suddenly, making me almost face plant the seat in front of me. I clicked my tongue in annoyance quietly.

I told the new bus driver that the bus comes by at 7:40 in the morning. Not 7:15. I could've slept for about 30 minutes more...

People started filing out of the bus all at once. I managed to wedge myself between two people. Once I reached the huge steps of the bus, I gripped the metal railing tightly and jumped off. I felt that my body was in the air for more than a second. Freaking out, I gripped the metal bar and pushed my body down.

Sighing softly, I continued walking to class.

To make things clear, I can fly. (Float, really.) But I'm not supposed to. Only Alphas are supposed to have any Dreturnatual abilities. Last year, I floated, only for a second, and the rumors spread like a wild fire. Everyone thought I was an Alpha. My mom and I moved from the big city to a small town in North Carolina. Now, I'm extra careful.

But flying has come at a cost, I've realized. I'm 17, almost 18, and I haven't had my heat yet. Most Omegas get their heat at 12 or 13, yet here we are.

My mom doesn't exactly know that I know why I'm like this.

I'm adopted. And the only way for an Omega Human to have abilities like Alphas is for the Omega to come from... Strong genes...

Incest. I'm talking about incest.

I'm the product of incest. And my mom doesn't know that I know that.

"Move it, Adair!" some jerk shouted as they pushed me against the wall. I grunted in pain as my body slammed against a locker. People ignored me and kept walking to class.

My name is Shiloh Adair, by the way, but allot of people (Jerks) call me by my last name.

Hearing the bell ring, I realized I had gym class. Yeah, gym class for first period is never fun. Like I always do, I had to make a choice. Do I skip gym class and go to my cousins house near the school or do I hide out in the library and study?

That's another thing about me. I can't go to gym class. Now, I'm not lazy. I actually really like exercising. But... You see I'm a hermaphrodite. I prefer using male pronouns for my self and if anyone calls me anything else, I get irritated. I've never had to worry about anyone finding out my secret because my breast are about an A Cup and it's spring time so I don't bother wearing a bra (I wear sport bras in the winter so no one can see my nipples) Also, yes, I have both a penis and a vagina. But, I don't even know if I can produce or carry children. I never found out and I don't intend to. I'm saving myself for my mate.

If you even get one. A small voice said to me.

I have to though... Everyone does. I shook my head. Look at Mom, her mate left her and she's had to take care of me all by herself. I don't need a mate. I just need myself.

My stomach growled.

And I need some food.

To my cousins it is. My cousin is a little touchy to me. Her name is Monroe. She's not my biological cousin, duh I'm adopted, but that's not it. Her mother, Rachel, and my mom are just really close friends. In my early childhood, my mom and Rachel had me and Monroe call each other siblings because they thought it was cute. Monroe is the carbon copy of Rachel. They are both tall (Monroe is taller) and have the same white hair and other worldly pale blue eyes. The two are both albinos. Also, we don't know how, but once I was about five my hair went from a natural dark shade to a light silver, almost white. So, whenever Monroe picks me up from school, and I tell the teachers my cousin is picking me up, no one questions it since we both have white hair and they think we're related.