Omegaverse Scent Glands Novels & Stories

I didn’t look like the broken, pale Omega who had fled the Silvercrest mines a week ago. My skin was flushed with a vibrant, heated rose tint. My eyes, normally a dull, exhausted hazel, were bright, glowing with a faint, iridescent amber ring around the pupils—the unmistakable sign of an active, awakened wolf. But it was the scent that truly shocked me. Even without shifting, I could smell myself. The weak, sugary scent of a rejected Omega was completely gone. I reeked of Dominic. I smelled of absolute royalty, of dark, dangerous power, and a heavy, seductive musky undertone that screamedclaimed.

He glared at me and suddenly a strange aroma filled the air, the same scent that engulfed the science had filled the entire hallway but there was something different about it, in the lab the scent had been soft and lust-filled but now it was strong and almost menacing, it scared me. I was sweating and breathing heavily, I could no longer keep myself standing and fell to my knees. "What is that sweet smell?" one of the guys he was with asked then I was pulled up and pressed against his body, he dropped his face into my neck, "are you an... omega?"

Calantha kept begging, this man bit down. Pheromones follow the bite from the gland to spread throughout her body. Calantha's whole body was like soaking in a bath full of alcohol, his whole body was drenched with sweat, his eyes were dreamy. The sexual pleasure that no words can describe, Calantha's whole body trembled with joy, then she had no strength left. Even if the Omegas are only temporarily marked, they are completely infected with the scent of the alphas.

"What do you mean?" "I'm smelling four." "Four?" "Yes, there are four different scents. I don't know how to explain it but they all have the same earthly scent, but something else to it. What does that mean?" "You have four mates." "Four mates? That can't be real, I have never heard of that before." Avery was in a state of panic now, which caused her to involuntarily transform back to her human form. Mr Whitetail transformed as well, trying to calm her down.

"Why are you even interested in that Omega?" "Different from the opinion of the werewolves. Omega is not a weak and stupid species ... " Balthazar paused and then breathed out. "I once researched the characteristics of an Omega, at that time Omega was quite discriminated against by other werewolves. Even though my research was not finished, I remember that an Omega usually emits a certain scent that indicates the emotion they are feeling. When happy, Omega usually gives off a sweet, fruity scent. berries, then when frightened they give off a faint smell akin to a chemical-like sourness." "Then what smells when Omega lies?" asked Vincent, he seemed to be interested.

"Why are you even interested in that Omega?" "Different from the opinion of the werewolves. Omega is not a weak and stupid species ... " Balthazar paused and then breathed out. "I once researched the characteristics of an Omega, at that time Omega was quite discriminated against by other werewolves. Even though my research was not finished, I remember that an Omega usually emits a certain scent that indicates the emotion they are feeling. When happy, Omega usually gives off a sweet, fruity scent. berries, then when frightened they give off a faint smell akin to a chemical-like sourness." "Then what smells when Omega lies?" asked Vincent, he seemed to be interested.

the High Priestess counters, adding; “And definitely not in an Omega. It is unheard of, in fact it is impossible,.” Fenric growls lowly under his breath at this. “Elders,” she turns now, addressing the semicircle of seated wolves near the front. “Have any of you, in all your centuries of living, heard of an Omega losing their scent?” “No,” says Elder Thorne who is so wrinkled with a silver scarred mark on the left side of his face. “Even newborn Omega pups scent the air way stronger than Alphas.”

And then there was his scent. Fuck, his scent. We had been friends for long enough that I could pick his scent out of a crowd immediately, but lately? It had taken on an almost sweet undertone. Like an omega’s. An omega’s scent was one no alpha could ever get confused about. Though each person smelled different, it was always lighter. An almost vanilla or almond undertone. They made perfumes to try to replicate it in the big stores, selling them for thousands of dollars per bottle. Elias’s new scent could sell for hundreds of thousands.

[Apple] “What’s this?” I pull out a tiny glass vial filled with a liquid that swirls and glows green in the sunlight. “That is a scent-enhancer.” He tries to explain. “They are illegal because they can be used to mask a wolf’s true scent. They are often sought out by omegas who are trying to escape their fates by landing gamma or beta mates.” Something this valuable must have cost a small fortune.

His fingers hook around the cord and yank. The string snaps. The pouch flies across the room, landing in the corner. "No! No!" Aiden gasps, his hands flying to his neck. He tries to cover the exposed skin, to hide the scent glands that pulse beneath the surface. "Give it back! Please!" The air in the room changes instantly. The metallic smell of blood is overwhelmed by a new scent—sweet, thick, and undeniably omega. It smells of warm honey and slick need, a pheromone designed to drive Alphas mad with lust. It pours off Aiden’s skin in waves, reacting to the fear and the proximity of the dominant Alpha.