Omegaverse Perfume の小説・ストーリー

The heavy velvet fabric felt luxurious against her skin, but its primary purpose was functional; the exceptionally high collar was intended to hide the dark, possessive marks Dominic had painted across her throat and collarbones during the frantic, steamy hours of the night. Yet, no amount of heavy velvet could mask the sheer intensity of the scent clinging to her. The sweet vanilla of her Omega aura was completely drenched, dominated, and claimed by the cold winter frost and dark cedar of the Northern King. It was a suffocating, heavy brand that practically radiated off her skin with every breath she took.

They sense the strange magic coiled tightly beneath her skin like a restrained storm. “She doesn’t smell like us,” one of the elders murmurs. “She smells like power,” another answers. I bare my teeth slightly, a silent warning. The murmurs die. Rieka arrives late. Deliberately. She wears silver and white, Luna colors meant to remind the pack of her status. Her chin is high, her expression controlled but her scent betrays her. Fear. Jealousy. Rage. Good. I raise my hand, commanding silence. “Today,” I announce, voice carrying effortlessly, “we begin a bond of protection and claim.” A ripple moves through the crowd.

It felt as though at any moment he would appear in front of me, ready to reprimand me or worse. In my mind, I imagined my body collapsing with a loud thud on the floor while my head rolled towards the door a grim testimony to my failure. But several seconds passed, he remained silent, doing nothing. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I didn't know how to meet his gaze directly, but when our eyes met, my heartbeat thundered in my chest. "This is curious," he finally broke the silence, his words unrelated to the topic . "You're an Omega, yet your scent is strong."

She smiles, "Yes, mate. So why would you run from your mate? Do you plan on rejecting me?" "No. I didn't want to be rejected." She looks at me for a second, then to her beta and then back to me. "Why would I reject my mate?" She asks. "Well because you are an Alpha and I am scum." A flash of pitty crosses her eyes. "You think you're scum because you are a rogue?" I nod. "I used to be an omega too. That's why I am scum. I'm not worth anything other than being a slave." She looks at her beta again and he shrugs.

Trevor looked a little worried, but Maxim interrupted him. "I can see why you look so worried" Maxime smiled "you don't have to worry about your heat period or Max's pheromones, unfortunately, my son isn't sensitive to people's pheromones even when an Omega is in heat. Besides, he has the ability to make his pheromones disappear, you won't feel his pheromones unless he wants you to." As he said that, the three, Klayne sighed at the same time. Trevor looked at them curiously and just nodded.

Lethal even in a thoroughly corporate way. Before I left the restroom, I reached into my designer leather tote bag and pulled out a small amber glass atomizer. It was a custom-blended, silver-infused chemical perfume I bought from a rogue alchemist on the dark web for an exorbitant price. It smelled faintly of sharp lavender and synthetic metal. One spray on my wrists, one on my throat. The silver compounds in the liquid instantly bonded with my skin, creating a chemical block that completely suppressed my supernatural pheromones. To any passing shifter, I wouldn't even smell like an omega, I would smell like cold dead plastic and office paper.

Eloise took the opportunity to tighten her grip on him, her presence gentle yet oppressive. "I warned you, Nigel… Omegas can be dangerous if they know how to use their pheromones. It's their only weapon."

I opened the door to find a woman wearing a purple dress and was accompanied by someone. "Who are you supposed to be and what are you doing here?" She pushed me and entered the house and I was so tempted to just leave this house and never come back. The collar on my neck still stands and I can’t open it. A collar is a mark of ownership, especially for an omega. When an omega wears a collar that usually means that they belong or are claimed by someone. There was a sharp decline in the population of omegas in the recent decade. That’s why the government revised the laws and eliminated some of them which weren’t in favour of the omegas.

They had no need for no-furs to continue their bloodlines, though they took them in to perpetuate the lie that they did. Before the catastrophe, Orangelo omegas were desired for breeding above all others because of their strong magic genes. It had not been uncommon for neighboring clans to raid their lands to steal omegas. Fear that raids and wars would become an epidemic after the rest of the continent lost their omegas was grounded in solid logic. Hence the secret of Orangelo omegas became closely guarded.

he growled in annoyance as he is a King that holds the control of everything in his kingdom, from his Marquess to the pups of his ruling. Finishing my perfume to go to the jewelry, I started to open the boxes. I felt overwhelmed as many fragrances were from overseas countries, and some were as expensive as buying land. I felt many things could have been used for that money rather than for perfume. Looking at all the sweat, calming, and rich scents of perfume, I held one in my hand that had been made specifically for me to the point of branding it Queen Louise A, I sniffed the top of the perfume that gave the sweetest aroma, it relaxed me as the sweat scent of roses, honey, sugar, and vanilla