Killian entered Azra's room, quickly going for his bag once he saw it by the alpha's bed. He bent down, grabbing his bag before putting it around his shoulder. Once he did, the badly stuffed condoms in his pocket fell out. 

And once they did, hitting the floor, Azra chose the moment to walk inside the room. Killian froze, watching them hit the ground as he silently wanted to cry. Why is everything happening to him? 

Azra walked over, each step making Killian's heart shake, as he stopped behind him. Bending down, Azra picked up the condoms with a smirk, "Oh, I thought you said something about no sex?" 

Killian quickly turned around, his bag slightly swaying as he snatched the condoms back. He stuffed them in his pocket once again, but this time he did it better than last time. "They aren't mine." He quickly said. 

The condoms really weren't his. 

It was silent for a second as Azra raised his eyebrow before leaning closer. He reached inside Killian's pocket, pulling them out. "Then who do they belong to?" 

Killian opened his mouth, getting ready to say "my mom's," but stopped himself because it sounded odd. So, he left his mouth hanging, not knowing how to respond. 

Waiting for Killian's response, Azra let the condoms hang between them, failing to keep a straight face. "You know, you call me the horny one, but what about you?" 

"I am not horny!" Killian screamed, cutting his thoughts from thinking of something to say.

"Sure," Azra chuckled, "so, if you are not horny, how did you end up with condoms?" 

Snatching them back, Killian tightly held onto them. "I did not want them; it is not like I need them." He scoffed, cursing his mother in his head, only to take it back. He loves his mother too much to leave the curse hanging in the air. 

"You don't need them?" Azra questioned. 

"Well, yeah. It is not like you have to worry about getting me pregnant when I am already—" Killian stopped himself, realizing what he was getting ready to say. His face turned pale as his eyes looked everywhere but at Azra. "I have to go." He quickly spoke. 

But, Azra gripped his arm, not letting him go. "You are already what?" 

"Not sexually active?" Killian weakly responded as his words sounded like a question rather than a statement. He wanted to run away and disappear. Azra is not stupid; the teen knew what he would say. 

Azra grabbed his chin, pulling their faces close as they could feel each other's breath. Killian glanced at his nose, too scared to look him in the eyes. But Azra did not back down, "Look at me." His voice gave way to no arguments. 

The demand caused Killian to look up, getting lost in the intense look Azra gave him. "Am I the father?" 

"Who else would be the father but not you? You are the only person I slept with." Killian responded. Seriously, he lost his virginity to Azra. It is not like he was saving it for anyone; he just focused more on school than hormones. But Azra always threw that out the window. 

No one else could get under his skin like Azra. 

Silence echoed through the room as Azra stared at him rather than responding. Killian squirmed under the intense stare, glancing towards the wall as he poked Azra's chest, "Hey, either say something or let me go." 

Azra finally exited from his thoughts, letting Killian go. But his hand fell towards Killian's stomach, rubbing it. Blushing, Killian grabbed his wrist, "What are you doing?"

"I cannot feel our child growing in you?" 

Our child!

Killian's face burned bright, wanting to slap the man's mouth. "No, you cannot. Actually, be quiet; my heart may end up stopping if you keep talking." 

Ignoring Killian's words, Azra wrapped his arm around Killian's waist, pulling him closer instead. Their lips almost touched until Killian put his hand on his chest, creating space.  

"Were you not going to tell me you were pregnant? What were you going to do when your stomach started growing?" Azra asked. 

"Hide." Killian instantly responded. He already thought his mother would kill him, and he believed Azra did not want to be a father. They both are young, still teens, even though the world would see Azra as an adult since he is eighteen. Even then, isn't it difficult to raise a child at their age? 

Watching Killian's expression, Azra hummed, "You thought I would throw you away because you are pregnant?" 

Killian rolled his eyes, lying through his teeth, "I don't care what you decide to do." 

Azra smiled, touching his lips against Killian, "You are only giving me more reasons to tie yourself to me. I am not willing to let go." 

Willing my ass! Killian screamed in his head. 

He would have yelled his words out loud, but Azra captured his lips, effectively swallowing each word. The condoms he forgot that he held fell to the ground as he wrapped his arms around Azra. 

Forget it Killian will tell his grievances to the teen after the kiss. 

Opening his eyes, Killian looked at a blue ceiling, causing him to frown. He did not wake up in his room. Rubbing his face as he sat up, Killian looked around for his phone until a snore caused him to freeze. 

Next to him lay Azra, still soundly sleeping. 

He groaned, hitting his forehead when the memories of yesterday came back to him. Forget about staying the night; he forgot to go home! 

Quickly getting off the bed, knocking away any sleep, Killian seriously went looking for his phone. As he looked around, he found his pants, feeling around the pockets until he felt his phone. Pulling it out, Killian saw that his mother had called him. He had a few missed calls followed by a text message. 

He clicked his message, fully reading it. 

Mother: It is a good thing I gave you condoms. Please, text me when you see this. And don't forget we need to talk. Also, bring your boyfriend home with you; I would like to meet him today.

Ah, mom! Why are you too understanding? And Azra is not my boyfriend! Killian internally cried.