Omegaverse Perfume 소설 & 이야기

“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.

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?

“But she looks so much like…” “I know,” Storm growled, his eyes never leaving me. His tone dropped lower, raw with confusion. “She looks just like Tatsumi.” I stiffened, every muscle locked. A tense silence passed. Storm tilted his head, stepping even closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. His unique scent; spiced cedar and pine filled my lungs, making my skin prickle. His hand reached out, fingers brushing my chin, and I jerked back violently, finally breaking the paralysis and stepping away.

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.

I stop just a couple of steps back from them but close enough so Jay can see me and I carry on with what Alex was saying. "Well you see Jay, it was all for nothing, yes Luna and Alpha are my parents and nothing in this world could ever change that but they are not my parents by blood. I don't have any Alpha blood in me, I'm technically an Omega." He looks completely lost and I have to bite back the laugh that's trying to free from my throat.

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.

"But the Veyrith *blood*... that's a myth. They were a clan of Alphas so powerful the other packs hunted them to extinction centuries ago. Or so we thought." "And you think I'm one of them?" I laughed dryly. "I'm an omega, Kael. I was born with nothing. My mother died giving birth to me in a clinic, not a palace." "Omegas are often dormant Alphas," Kael said. "Suppressed by trauma or environment. If you have that blood..." "Then what?" "Then you're dangerous," Kael said. "And Darius knows it. That's why he's terrified." The heavy oak doors of the dining hall banged open, startling me.

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.