Omegaverse Perfume Novels & Stories

I whispered, my hands shaking uncontrollably. "You did," Kael said. He stepped closer, inspecting my face. "Your eyes... they were glowing." "Glowing?" "Gold," Kael said. "Pure gold." He looked back at the road where Thorne had knelt. "That was an Alpha Command," Kael said. "You forced an Alpha to kneel with a thought." "I'm an omega," I said, panic rising in my throat. "That's impossible." Kael looked at me, and this time, there was no doubt in his eyes. Only awe. "No," he said. "You're not an omega." He took my hand, his grip tight. "You're a Queen.”

He staggered backward, clutching his heart, a sudden, inexplicable sense of absolute emptiness washing over his soul. Tatsumi’s body went completely limp. The golden light in her eyes flickered, dimmed, and finally vanished entirely, staring blankly up at the noon sky. Her blood quickly pooled across the white fabric of her dress, staining the wood beneath her. The thousands of pack members in the courtyard stood in stunned, absolute silence for three agonizing seconds, staring at the fallen Omega. Then, a single voice cheered, and within moments, the entire square erupted into a roaring, fanatical frenzy.

However, they decided to set up a small table near the entrance, and every guest of the resort would receive a little gift from her shop. Sabrina wasn't really at a loss because Meghan provided the flowers for free. It was for the resort's opening, after all. She only had to make an effort, and even the supplies came from Meghan. It was also a form of free promotion for her gift shop. "Congrats, Meghan," she greeted the woman, who looked bossy in her red dress. The resort had a gold theme like her house, but Meghan chose to wear a red dress, probably to make it easier for her staff to find her.

ZANE'S POV By the time I got home that evening, I was already looking forward to seeing my wife. I walked into the penthouse carrying a bouquet of fresh flowers, the familiar scent of Bellissimo's latest men's fragrance still lingering on my shirt. The fragrance was called Bellissimo Obsidian, a deep, warm scent with hints of cedarwood, amber and spice, and judging by how many people had asked me what I was wearing lately, the campaign was already doing exactly what we wanted.

Tears threatened to betray her, but she didn’t want to let them show that she was done. The thought that some slimy werewolf would take what she had saved her whole life for her Mate, her soul mate, made her want to vomit. “I want to hear you scream, Omega!” He laughed cynically, ripping the cloth from her mouth as she struggled to catch air, trying to get out of the bindings, which were digging into her joints even more.

He tries to scramble for a technical question to trip her up. "Fine. A high-value client wants a premium perfume for a partner who is highly allergic and sensitive to strong scents. What do you suggest?" "Is the partner male or female?" "Male." "Something ozone or aquatic. I see you have the LV imagination and also Boadicea Aqua on display behind the glass; that possesses a hypoallergenic synthetic base. It’s a perfect suggestion." Johnny swallows hard, his jaw tightening but he maintains his professional stance.

And my eyes widened as I remembered the path I had followed chasing Myra down to her mother's home. A sign had stood broken at the behest of it's entrance, with picket fences blackened by moist and dampness. And the sign had read: "Welcome to the Lowlands" "Matters were made worse when the elders realized that the Omegas were said to be stronger than other wolves of the pack..." the boy continued, with his voice steady. "As they were said to be direct descendants of the Moon goddess...made by her own hands, and sculpted in her own image..." he explained. "As she held the mark herself as well..."

She glares at me, hurling a pan that strikes my chest and makes me stoop. "Really, who do you think you are speaking to? I am your future Luna, so stop talking, you omega!" Her voice was heard clearly. As the weakest members of the pack, omegas are more prone to injury, fatigue, and weakened immune systems than warriors, deltas, gamma, or betas. Being called omega should not feel insulting because of what she is referring to, but because of what she is referring to, it hurt me. The pain in my chest felt like something had broken in that frying pan.

Her heart hammered against her ribs, and her breathing became more and more shallow. Their pheromones intensified as they sensed the Omega’s reaction. The scents of cedarwood, dark chocolate, and lavender mixed together into a powerful and intoxicating aura that blurred Lalisa’s senses. She felt as if she were sinking into a vortex of irresistible desire. The images on the television screen faded from her sight. The sound of thunder and rain outside seemed to grow more distant. In Lalisa’s world now, there were only the burning touches and intoxicating scents of the three Alphas.

At five point one million, the hammer comes down. Item one… sold. Because I stared. Because I breathed. Because he saw something in my eyes. I grip the armrest tightly, trying to steady my breathing. My chest is full… too full… like I don’t have space inside me for all these emotions. The second item arrives. A limited edition perfume, made by a world famous perfumer. Only ten bottles exist in the world. It has rose notes… vanilla… warm amber… A scent that reminds me of tenderness… softness… something private. I can almost imagine how it would sit on my skin, how it would warm under my body heat.