Omegaverse Perfume Novels & Stories

A middle-aged woman approached them and shook Graham and Quinn’s hand. “We are so glad that you arrived just right in time, Mr. King and Miss Moore, I’m Dr. Johanson. We just made a perfume perfect for omegas.” She gestured to another hallway as they followed. Then, they headed inside, and she gave them testers from the pieces of long paper by the small shot glass. “It had distinctive smells.” He said. “It will mostly conceal female omegas’ pheromones.” Dr. Johanson said. “Do you also have one for male omegas?” Graham asked.

“But maybe he finds her…beautiful.” I cannot forget how she looked in my bed during that night. Every inch of her body, every sides of her–I have explored it all and I wished I could stay that way. Her lilac eyes… ohh the tears that was on the corner of those beautiful gazes… one could never imagine who many days she spent in my head, living rent-free. “Beautiful?” My mother scoffed. “There’s no such thing as a beautiful omega. They’re good for menial work, not for companionship—let alone for bearing children of rank.” Her voice dripped with disdain as she thought about the omegas serving within the manor.

And yet, against the luxury of this place, it looked painfully out of place. "You don't look so good," Serena said with feigned concern, her eyes openly assessing me with thinly veiled contempt. "Are you still not recovered? I imagine the last few days must've been hard on you." I didn't respond to her, staying silent. Then, I smelled a familiar scent—"Moonlit Gaze". My chest tightened. I knew that scent too well. I had spent three whole months creating it, using the rarest tuberose, jasmine, and aged cedarwood. I extracted every drop of essential oil myself, and every blend carried traces of my pheromones.

She woke up in his bed with no memory of the night before. He was Dominic Blackwell — the most feared Alpha in Evermont, ruthless, cold, and devastatingly gorgeous. The one man her father would burn the world to destroy. And she had given him everything. Serena Ashford was supposed to become the next Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack. Instead, she was disowned, exiled, and carrying the enemy's baby — a baby he refused to believe was his. "I do not know who you are. Do not call this number again." One phone call. That was all it took for him to throw her away like she was nothing. But Serena was done being nothing. She scrubbed toilets to survive. She slept on floors. She gave birth alone

He seemed to be looking for something as well. I moved closer, wanting to see what he held in his possession which smelled so... amazing. His head snapped up as he heard me and immediately my brain decided to fail me and shut down. His deep, luminous blue eyes, probably the only thing which stood out about him, froze me in place. What black magic was he using on me? I was so confused. He slowly neared me, and I swear I could feel our skin emitting sparks. Was he burning me? Is that how this weak, useless omega intended to kill me?

Her red sundress was cut low enough to show the curve of her breasts, and she'd put it on knowing exactly what she was doing. She'd presented that morning. Woken up with heat pooling low in her belly, her skin hypersensitive, and a scent blooming from her pores that she'd never smelled before. It was sweet and musky. She'd rushed to her bathroom, and stood in front of her mirror, watching her pupils dilate as the realisation hit. She was an omega, and that freaking excited her.

We are taken around to the training grounds so that we can meet Jessie and the other pack members before we sit down and start forming a plan. We round the corner and the entire pack bursts into cheers and wolf whistles at our arrival and it's much appreciated. We return the gesture as we begin walking down onto the grass when a strange smell suddenly invades my nose, it smells of chocolate and mint and it's insanely delicious but I don't understand where it's coming from, is someone eating close by? I shake my head to try and ignore the smell but if anything it seems to be getting stronger. We stop once we are all on the field and I see a fuss happening not too far from us but I try to igno

Soren Maeve smells incredible. Like her skin, a touch of perspiration, and that heady magnolia scent that curls through my body with each inhale, rewiring my brain. There’s more to it. Things I hadn’t picked up before–like her scent is suddenly intensified. Traces of amber and vanilla. A soft, evening breeze over the lake in Moonrise. A cool, late autumn rain.

I swallowed hard and opened the drawer beneath my mirror. Dozens of perfume bottles glittered under the light, a mosaic of glass and silver. My fingers brushed over them absently…rose, sandalwood, vanilla—until I stopped. There it was.A black crystal bottle, sleek and sharp-edged. Velour d’Ombre. The one he had given me. I lifted it slowly, fingers trembling just a little. The scent still lingered even before I opened it, a blend of smoke and shadow, with something faintly floral hidden underneath. It was expensive, rare, and devastatingly intoxicating. Just like him.

Rage and disgust were painted on the young face she used. "Y-you are...?" Omnibus tried to open his mouth. He, too, was also dumbfounded. But his heart was pure. He didn't even have any thoughts of disgust toward me as he already knew that I was an Omega of this pack. But a feeling of homecoming and satiable attraction lingered in his presence. It filled my nostrils and made a heavenly scent that never smelled before. It was sweet and harmoniously hazy. It was a touch of vanilla and lavender. I couldn't help but close my eyes as I inhaled a lungful of his addictive scent. It was too empowering that I had forgotten what kind of situation I was in.