All Chapters of The scent of Omega : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sound of the cloth rubbing against the polished wood echoed softly in the light-filled room. Ryse was focused, wiping every surface with the meticulousness of a task she knew by heart. She had just finished making the bed, and the perfectly taut white sheets gave the room an immaculate appearance. Here, everything had to be perfect, spotless, without the slightest trace of dust or neglect.She tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear and stepped back a few paces to inspect her work. The large guest room, which hadn't been occupied for months, was now ready. With an automatic gesture, she picked up her bucket and cloth, then headed toward the quiet hallway. Ryse's days were always the same: from morning till night, she took care of the cleaning, the laundry, and sometimes the cooking when help was needed. It was a well-established routine, a discreet existence within this immense house where she had grown up without ever truly belonging.She walked along the corridor with its w

Mrs. Harris placed a hand on her son's shoulder, a flicker of concern in her eyes. "My darling... Is it true? Can you smell her that strongly?" Nigel clenched his jaw, trying to sort through his thoughts. He was an alpha. This kind of reaction wasn't normal.And yet... something inside him screamed that Ryse was a problem.A problem he had to eliminate before she destroyed everything he had built.Nigel was still struggling to catch his breath. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, and the lingering nausea showed no signs of abating. Mrs. Harris placed a firm hand on his arm. "Nigel... talk to me. What's wrong?" He remained silent for a moment, staring blankly ahead. Then, he clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he tried to contain what he had been suppressing for years. “I can’t…” His voice was hoarse, broken. “I can’t stand the smell of omega pheromones anymore.” Mrs. Harris and Eloise exchanged a surprised look.“What?” Eloise breathed, incredulous. Nigel closed his eyes f

Ryse took a discreet breath before approaching.“Good morning, Madam. Good morning, Mr. Nigel, Miss Eloise.” Her voice was calm, polite, exactly as it should be. But as she placed the teapot in front of Mrs. Harris, her gaze instinctively drifted to Nigel. He wasn’t looking at her. Not even a glance.He was simply staring at his plate, his jaw clenched, as if her mere presence were unbearable.Ryse gave nothing away and continued serving. She placed a plate of pastries in front of Eloise, who thanked her with a polite smile. Then she reached out to Nigel to refill her cup of coffee.That’s when he exploded.A sharp crack echoed through the room as he slammed his fist down on the table, making the silverware rattle. “I don’t want this!” he snapped. A heavy silence fell over the room. Mrs. Harris immediately put down her cup, a flash of authority passing through her eyes.“Nigel, what does this attitude mean?” But Nigel ignored her, sitting up abruptly in his chair. His burning gaze fin

She slid slowly down the wall, curling into a ball. Why was everything so complicated? Why did she always have to find herself caught in the middle? Nigel, Eloise, her own place in this house—everything seemed to swirl together in a vortex of confusion.She had no answers, only a vast emptiness growing inside her. Footsteps echoed in the hallway through the kitchen, and Eloise sat bolt upright, her eyes fixed on the door leading to the living room. She immediately recognized Leonie's firm, determined stride. Without wasting a moment, Eloise moved away from Ryse, her gaze falling on the young omega, still trembling and shaken by the sharp words she had just heard. But there was no question of lingering. She didn't want to be caught in the act of confrontation. With hurried steps, she crossed the kitchen and slipped out the back door, disappearing into the halls of the manor.Ryse, still reeling from Eloise's verbal attack, found herself alone. She slowly slid across the cold floor, tea

“Ryse, you’re my best friend,” he said, his voice brimming with certainty. “Nothing and no one can ever tear us apart.” She smiled at him, feeling safe, surrounded by complete peace. It was a childhood dream, simple and pure, where she believed anything was possible, that bonds would always be strong, no matter what.But suddenly, the dream blurred. A thick fog filled the air, cutting her off from Nigel, suffocating her in a heavy silence. She found herself alone, disoriented, in a desert of solitude. She reached out to find him, to return to that happy time, but all she grasped was emptiness. The ground beneath her feet began to crack, pulling her into an endless abyss. She screamed, but no sound came from her mouth. Fear gripped her, a fear she knew all too well: the fear of losing everything she had ever loved.She woke with a start, her heart pounding, her breath coming in gasps. The room was bathed in a soft light, heralding the arrival of morning. The feeling of emptiness linger