Omegaverse Perfume の小説・ストーリー

You wouldn’t believe what happened next! Alpha Genesis’ POV: “You’re going right?” My beta asked me, staring. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate, Dickson.” I said. About 2 weeks ago I had gotten an email saying I was invited to an omegas birthday party. I didn’t think it was appropriate to go to someone’s birthday party that was in my pack unless I actually knew them. I definitely did not know this one. Also, everyone would expect me to go to their birthday parties if I show up to hers. Wouldn’t they?…

So, he went with no choice but to change it back to normal. On the other hand, Leah abruptly bent her head because she suddenly grasped how low she was in the eyes of the person she was arguing with. When the Lycan turned around, Amoux straightened and resumed his stroll with his father. But before he finally departed, he left a remake that only Leah could hear, "Nevermind. Whatever you do, you can't deny that you're still a waste and inferior to me, no matter what you strive for. An Omega who could not climb or even step at my level."

Closing her eyes, she flared her nostrils and took a long, deep breath. The initial scent hit her like a chemical burn. Cheap, synthetic men’s cologne. It smelled like pine needles and rubbing alcohol, specifically designed to assault the senses and hide whatever lay beneath it. But Victoria was a pureblood aristocrat. Her olfactory senses were honed by decades of elite pack genetics. Pushing past the harsh cologne, she dug deeper into the scent profile. There it was. Faint, sweet, and entirely undeniable. Underneath the pine, underneath the smell of roasted espresso and bleach, lingered the rich, intoxicating pheromones of an Omega female. And mixed directly into that sweet scent was the he

she asks, the big black guy turns around and looks at her only to reveal a pair of green eyes, what a contrast to his dark skin she thought, he looked smart, his height is something she will have to keep in her mind for a few days, but something was off, he had a scent, and it’s been a long time since she’s come in contact with a student that was like her, he had a scent but it wasn’t strong, it was like something was covering his scent like it was covered up by a heavy wood. “I’m sorry” for a huge guy, he cowers a lot, charlotte noticed the way his back was hunched, and even his hoodie looked like it has seen better days, she looked down only to notice the man had scars. And his hands were

she paused, her tongue flicking briefly across her lower lip, "...more aware." I stiffened, my fingers curling tightly around my coffee mug. "I'm sorry to disappoint," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. Lena chuckled, the sound like velvet but somehow cold. "Oh, I wouldn't say I'm disappointed. Just... intrigued." She leaned closer, her scent washing over me—something expensive and floral, but with an underlying sharpness that made my nose wrinkle. "An omega who doesn't know she's an omega. It's fascinating, really."

He found himself out of the world, opening the car, and he smelled of RiVi's pheromones was not far from here. Furthermore, he released his pheromones so that lunatic couldn't do anything to him, and to this Omega he again sent purposely on his way. Likewise, he saw the same trick in front of him, but the difference was that the pheromones, matching him, black rose and cherry blossom, he absentmindedly carried this Omega to his waiting car and let the driver drive the rest of the way home. The personal doctor he called was already waiting when he arrived, following from behind and without question.

"What is it? You don't look well at all." He tried to push himself up, to command his legs to move, but they were useless, boneless. A fine sheen of sweat bloomed on his forehead and upper lip. And then he smelled it—the final, terrifying betrayal. Cutting through the smoke and the perfume, a scent blossomed from his own skin: sweet, floral, and unmistakably vulnerable. The scent of an Omega's distress, thick and cloying, broadcasting his terror to the entire room.

“Second runner-up: Karim Hassan! For ‘Basalt Spirit,’ a daring mixture of oud, black pepper, and ambergris.” Karim accepted his award with a bow, his family cheering from the back. He looked proud and humbled. “First runner-up: Min-Jae Lee! For ‘Starlit Reverie,’ a dreamy perfume of lavender, pink pepper, and musk.” Min-Jae, quiet and reserved, smiled and nodded to Marcus, whispering thanks before stepping aside. Ophelia felt her chest tighten. They were all so good—could she possibly stand out? Marcus paused, letting anticipation settle. His gaze swept the crowd before landing on her.

Her heels, black and gold, clicked with a rhythmic finality that turned heads before the scent hit. And gods, the scent. Blood orchid and black pepper. Floral. Smoky. Sharp. The kind of scent that climbed into your bloodstream and whispered submit. It flooded the orchard like incense and power, crackling under the skin of every Omega and making several Alphas blink hard and swallow wrong.

Allen didn't like it at all, but since it was Ohm Cafe, she wore it anyway. "Hello, they're gorgeous. It smells lovely in here...or is that just your scent?" Seth purred. Every Omega had a unique scent. To some people, their scent smelled heavenly, and to others, it smelled horrible. It depended on the person. However, to most people, Allen's scent was on the heavenly side. She smelled like Vanilla with chocolate chip cookies, along with the smell of rain. To some people, it would sound weird that those things would smell good together, but they did.