Emma wants everything a good Omega should want.
She has an entire pintrest board dedicated to decorating her nest in pink blankets covered by a lace canopy. She wants to tuck her mate's sweaters in between a perfectly calculated mix of fluffy and firm pillows so she can smell him no matter how she lies down.
She wants to be mated. She wants to run her fingers along her mate bite when she's staring off into space. She wants to ride his knot until he fills her with pups.
Because of course she wants pups. She wants as many as she can handle. Wouldn't it be great to have a few sets of twins?
But most of all she wants to be treasured. Omegas are special. She wants to be a good little omega for her alpha and to be cherished in return.
But she's just a beta.
