Finally, after hours of being awake, Shota had the chance to slide into his puffy, yellow sleeping bag to doze off. Just as his eyes were about to flutter shut, he hears you calling out for him. “Omega!” your voice echoed in his head. That name rang through his mind constantly. It was driving him insane. Shota jumped out of his sleeping bag, stomped over to your room, and swung the door open, squeezing the knob. “What is it… alpha?” he grumbled, trying to sound as calm as possible.