Omegaverse Scenting Novels & Stories

I did not know how long I was going to stay in this place because of how bad it smelt. We began to walk around the room carefully without making any sound. We got to a part of the room where there were beds, and then there seemed to be something on that bed. "Can you check what it is?" Berrent said to me. I was pissed. I was going to pass out from this smell, and he was asking me to go close to it. I summoned courage and went close to it, opening it, and it was the body of a young girl. She was dead already.

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

"Don't forget to take your medicine before you leave. You have a mild burn, and this will help it heal faster." I grabbed the disgusting bowl, held my breath, and forced myself to drink all of it. Then I stepped outside to find what was mine... except she had no wolf scent, which meant I had no idea where to start looking for her. "Omega wing," Keal growled. Before I even realized it, my legs had already moved on their own at hyper speed once again. I arrived at the omega workspace. The place reeked of wires, burnt ozone, explosives, and chemicals, but amidst all the harsh scents, one smell still stood out.

"You don't have to come with us anymore, boss. We can take care of him!" "You're really are all as crazy as I am. I'll drive you to the hospital." * * * * * * * * * * Cross once asked how an Omega would smell like if he's in Heat. It was during his private lessons with his tutor. He read a book that stated that an Omega in Heat can produce a good scent because it is their actual pheromones for the Alphas. He was curious how that "good scent" really smelled like. For an Alpha like him who has never interacted with any Omega in his entire life—he really wanted to know.

“How did everyone know?” “Because he never looked at her the way he looks at you.” She smiles. “Like you’re the sun and he’s been living in darkness.” My face heats. “That’s—that’s dramatic.” “It’s true.” Camila hangs my clothes in the massive closet. “I’m an omega. I can sense these things. The bond between you two—it’s strong. Real.” I look down at my hands. “I don’t have a scent. Doesn’t that—doesn’t that bother you?”

“No, I’m not pressuring you to show her to the world, I was just–” “You want what's best for her, I understand that,” I begin, standing to my feet, approaching the omega. Hair still wet from the bath she just had, skin smooth and fair, her lavender scent mixed with a strawberry scent that does little work in overshadowing her natural scent. “I’ll get you lavender-scented products. I want your scent more.” I want it stitched to my brain so my nose identifies every scent as Lavender, so I think of her every time a scent winds past my nose.

He snatched his mate out of the way as she bulldozed past him, both of them exchanging a mystified look before they darted after her, hand in hand. Dell didn't even here the litany of words that poured from her mouth as she was dragged, lungs first through the store, inhaling deep lungfuls of that scent that had caught her attention at the station. OMEGA MINE OMEGA CLAIM OMEGA she barked out as she ripped the curtain aside and darted down the short hallway, all the while sifting through the different notes of the scent that was assaulting her. Honey and peony and a delicious base note vanilla, all woven together and wrapped up in pure Omega, a scent that called to the most primal part of her

Abruptly, he covered his nose with his eyes wide in panic. I sniffed the air, puzzled at first until the scent hit me. A sweet mix of lavender and honeysuckle. The scent was so strong in the air, I wondered how I had missed it when I woke up. I looked at Ray, confused about the scent. Omegas are known to have sweet scents, while alphas have the manly woody scents, however, with the two of us alone in the room, there could be only one possibility. AN OMEGA STEPPED INTO MY ROOM???!

From the day I became Luna of the Silvercrest pack, I understood I'd have to learn to endure my Alpha's fickle heart. As a powerful Alpha, Ethan always attracted other she-wolves—some Omegas seeking status through him, others just assistants looking for a night of pleasure. I once confronted him the year Joy was born after discovering his flirtation with another Omega. That was the first time I saw the wolf in his eyes. His cold amber irises flashed with a dangerous glint.

Little but unmistakable, I inhale slowly, frowning the scent inside the car is changing. When in school Ronan smelt like Alpha Musk and chemicals,cold and sharp the scent of a disciplined Alpha who kept the world at arm's length. But that Alpha’s musk is fading, evaporating like steam, in its place, something softer emerges, warm and earthy. Like cedar and the air after rain. My grip tightens around the steering wheel, because I know that's his true Omega scent, my gaze drops to the small vial sitting in my bag. His suppressants ,but I cannot give them to him now.