Note: I realized I put 'can an alpha get pregnant' when alpha females can get pregnant. I changed it to male alphas. 

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"Do you think a male alpha can get pregnant?" Spoken by a smart baby daddy. 

"Killian, are you going to answer my question, or do you want me to answer it for you?" Azra started once more, cutting Killian from his thoughts. 

Blinking a few times, Killian remembered that Azra had him stuck between a rock and a hard place. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking like a gaping fish as he thought about what to do. 

One, he could hit Azra and run away. 

Two, he could deny everything. 

Or three, fake his death. 

All his choices seemed reasonable. Killian closed his eyes, nodding with his decisions as he got ready to choose. Too bad, his nodding head stupidly answered for him. 

Next time, internally nod, not externally. 

"So, you do agree," Azra responded, causing Killian's nodding head to freeze like a deer caught in headlights. 

"W-What?" Killian stuttered before realizing his mistake. God, take him now. Every day, Killian can feel his IQ dropping—this is why no one should tell him secrets; his body works faster than his mind. 

Instead of answering, Azra started dragging him out of his room. He took Killian to another one. "Where are we going?" Killian nervously asked, wondering what was happening as he still hadn't denied Azra's question. 

Once again, there is a 0.01% of male alphas becoming pregnant. But then again, the last pregnant male alpha was almost 100 years ago. 

"We are testing a theory." 

When they entered the room, Killian looked around, noticing clothes all over the floor and bed. It looked like someone was searching for an outfit and threw every piece of clothing everywhere without cleaning it back up. 

"Whose room is this?" Killian asked, still forgetting the problem at hand. It is his curiosity; once it starts, it cannot stop until he knows everything. 

"My sister's." 

"You have a sister?" 

Gosh, does he know Azra at all? He thought the teen was an only child. He seemed like he had only-child syndrome. 

"I do. My parents adopted her ten years ago. She is older than me and rarely likes people seeing her; she always wears a face mask." Azra quickly answered, entering his sister's bathroom with Killian right behind him. 

He finally lets Killian go, bending down as he opens his sister's cabinets under her sink. Killian watched him before his eyes grew wide at the number of pregnancy tests under there. 

"What the hell?" Killian spoke out loud. 

Azra pulled out one of the tests, closing the cabinet before turning towards Killian. "My sister is trying to get pregnant." Then Azra handed the test to Killian, who looked at the pregnancy test with fearful eyes. 

Killian nervously laughed, "Why, uh, why are you handing this to me?" 

"Remember, I am testing a theory. I want you to take the test to see the conclusion." 

Raising his hands, Killian backs up towards the open door. "Haha, so I really have to go. My mom is expecting home any minute." 

Azra stepped closer, grabbing Killian's shirt, pulling him towards him. They were barely an inch apart as their breaths began to mix. "Killian," Azra seductively called his name, enticing Killian, "test this theory for me, and I will—" 

Moving towards Killian's ear, he coyly whispers a few words. Killian took a deep breath as his eyes almost closed; even his body began to heat up as his brain turned into overdrive. 

"I—" he tried to speak, but his words melted to a moan when he felt a wandering hand crawling up his inner thigh. 

Azra is a dirty, dirty man. 

"I don't need a test," Killian gave a whispered moan, gripping Azra's shirt to ground his trembling body. If Azra kept going like this, he would spill all his secrets. 

Azra's lips softly slid down his neck, leaving a kiss as he asked, "Why not?" 

Internally cursing, Killian tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his neck as Azra left more kisses. The wandering hand reached his belt, undoing it. Azra's lips moved from soft kisses to sucking. 

"Ah." Killian moaned out, pulling Azra close to him as he searched for friction. He needed something to consume the heat taking over him. God, he felt like his rut started—although he was less aggressive than if it was his actual rut. 

Azra pulled back as he picked his head up, softly touching Killian's lips with his own. "Why not?" He pressed again, not allowing any more pressure between their lips until Killian answered his question. 

And Killian almost did because he wanted to fill those lips pressed against him. God, he even wanted the other's tongue to enter his mouth, exploring and devouring every inch. 

But then—praise his mother—his phone rang, instantly killing the mood. 

Killian moved away, pulling Azra's hand from his belt as he took out his phone. He looked away from Azra as he saw his mother's name across his phone. He quickly pressed the talk button. 

"Hello?" Killian answered, clearing his throat when he heard how hoarse it was. 

"Are you sure you are feeling okay? I am calling the doctor, son. I want to make sure you are not getting sick." His mother started once more when she heard his voice. She was going to ask if he made a stop once again before walking home but stopped when she heard him speak. 

"Mom, I told you I am fine. Please don't call the doctor." Killian almost begged. Nothing is going right for him. 

It was silent for a second when his mother sighed, "When will you be home? I got a call from the school today." She changed the subject. 

Killian felt his heart drop. Please, don't let it be his teacher saying how he disrupted the classroom. "Okay," Killian tried to remain calm, "I am coming now. I will see you soon, love you. And please, do not call the doctor, mom." 

He hung up before his mother could say anything as he looked at Azra. Killian cleared his throat, "So, I am going to go. My mother awaits." Then, Killian ran away before Azra could say anything. 

He survived for another day with his secret.