Omegaverse Perfume Novels & Stories

“Comes with the matchmaking territory. Speaking of preferences, what's your type? Polished and charming? Tattoos and chaos? Muscles? Dimples?” Lena groaned. “If someone could combine a dangerous edge with a clean shirt and decent manners? I’d marry him on sight.” Calliope froze for the briefest second. Oh no. Lena knew that look. “You already like someone,” Calliope declared triumphantly. “No.” Lena pointed at her sternly. “Do not start. I was just thinking about the two men from the elevator. They were ridiculously attractive. That’s all.” “They are,” Calliope said smugly. “My nephew and his Omega. Handsome boys.”

He snatched his mate out of the way as she bulldozed past her, both of them exchanging a mystified look before they darted after her, hand in hand. Moni didn't even here the litany of words that poured from her mouth as she was dragged, lungs first through the store, inhaling deep lungsful of that scent that had caught her attention at the station. OMEGA MINE OMEGA CLAIM OMEGA she barked out as she ripped the curtain aside and darted down the short hallway, all the while sifting through the different notes of the scent that was assaulting her. Honey and peony and a delicious base note vanilla, all woven together and wrapped up in pure Omega, a scent that called to the most primal part of her

He snatched his mate out of the way as she bulldozed past him, both of them exchanging a mystified look before they darted after her, hand in hand. Dell didn't even here the litany of words that poured from her mouth as she was dragged, lungs first through the store, inhaling deep lungfuls of that scent that had caught her attention at the station. OMEGA MINE OMEGA CLAIM OMEGA she barked out as she ripped the curtain aside and darted down the short hallway, all the while sifting through the different notes of the scent that was assaulting her. Honey and peony and a delicious base note vanilla, all woven together and wrapped up in pure Omega, a scent that called to the most primal part of her

Abruptly, he covered his nose with his eyes wide in panic. I sniffed the air, puzzled at first until the scent hit me. A sweet mix of lavender and honeysuckle. The scent was so strong in the air, I wondered how I had missed it when I woke up. I looked at Ray, confused about the scent. Omegas are known to have sweet scents, while alphas have the manly woody scents, however, with the two of us alone in the room, there could be only one possibility. AN OMEGA STEPPED INTO MY ROOM???!

“It’s not an excuse if it’s true.” Which it isn’t… but none of them needs to know that. “The thing about Omegas,” Kai says, stepping closer to me, “is that their scent is among the most distinct of all werewolf scents. One sniff, and everyone would know exactly what you are. But I… can’t smell you, for some reason.” Good. That means my masking perfume works like a charm. “Nothing can help you smell my wolf,” I answer, forcing myself to appear a little downcast. “I was born without one.”

I could hear the groans and screams of the Omegas who also smelled Gruvv's pheromones. My body reacted, I could feel my backside getting wet after smelling this seductive pheromone scent. The scent of Gruvv's pheromones smells like the scent of Tangerine with honey, the fragrance is so overly sweet. “GRUVV! GRUVV!” Joshua called his name repeatedly from outside the room. I turned to Gruvv who was still staring at me, he was standing in front of me and not moving at all. My body was trembling, this time not because of pain or cold, but because of the incredible arousal.

The air had begun to cool as autumn crept in, and with it came another reminder. Lucian’s birthday was approaching. “I should get him a gift. What would he want this year?” Sarang murmured, slumping his shoulders. After hours of wandering and pondering, he found himself inside a perfume shop—alone. A few other customers were there, giggling and sampling scents. Sarang recognized some from Nathan’s birthday, but they minded their own business. A tall, sinewy man approached him with a broad smile and a perfume bottle in hand. “May I interest you in this? It’s perfect for omegas and attracts passionate alphas. It’s the most popular this season. We also have something for masking pheromones or a

I thought I looked almost like a vampire. . After taking care of my skin, I decided to put on some gel on to set my hair. I certainly did not want some gust of wind, or whatever, wrecking my hairstyle. I combed it the way I have always did everyday. I also put my personal favorite perfume, which I bought in Italy, on my neck and both my wrists. The brand was written on the perfume bottle, on it was written "Aurmany". The aroma has a very strong tinge of wood. It has the main accords of mostly amber and vanilla, as well. The ingredients consist of cardamom in the top notes, lavender and orange blossom in the middle notes, and lastly amber and leather as the base notes.

He sank to his knees, uncaring of the filth that started to seep into the tweed trousers of his suit when the beautiful scent of raspberry and white musk with an underlying base note of roses all wrapped around the most delicate scent of Omega stole all the strength from his legs. The scent of Omega. MY OMEGA, his brain was screaming at him, the two words pushing every other thought from his mind. MY OMEGA the scent said, the words crashing from his brain to his heart to his stomach to his soul and back to his brain. MY OMEGA, lying in an unmoving heap on the ground of a filthy back alley in the centre. "Ash!" he shouted, unable to keep the panic from his tone as he launched himself forward.

As soon as I was about to climb on the platform, someone grabbed my arm and I turned quickly in anxiety - thinking it was my love since I had missed him more than life itself but my smile faded when I saw who it was. “You shouldn’t be here.” It was Pamela, urging me to stop. “It’s already too late, babe. I want to do this for him.” I said calmly. “Are you sure it is worth it?” She rolled her eyes. “Look at you, you are already so weak, can you even stand one strike?” For some reason, I didn’t see worry in her eyes. It was as if she was here to discourage and mock me. “I will be fine, Pamela. Besides, I’m doing this for a greater cause. By the time I’m done, I will grow from being an Omega to