Omegaverse Scents Novels & Stories

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.

I questioned. Thea nods. “Her scent is like an addictive drug, very hard to wave off.” “Like an Omega, you mean.” I have scented a few before and they were all sickly sweet, just like the little darling downstairs. “Yeah. It's going to rip this whole pack apart.”

If I had listened to you, this wouldn't have been this complicated. I restlessly waited for half an hour more when I finally caught the faint scent of my omega in the wind. Rose water and turmeric. So rich and fresh. My wolf perked up as we both stared into the direction it came from, my heart beating like it was about to crush my ribs.

"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.

Instead, I ended up throwing myself at him like a bitch in heat. His milk chocolate scent seemed to grow stronger and stronger everyday. It was intoxicating and sweet and it drove me insane! Even Scar was having a hard time resisting. I already knew she couldn’t fucking stand Mason, let alone his musty lavender scent that almost makes me gag all the time. Chamomile and lavender might be the most disgusting scents in the entire world and Mason emitted one of them.

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.

Though he looked perplexed, he still did as he was told. Then, she lit some incense, letting the fragrance gradually spread through the air. Mom smiled and explained that it was aromatherapy incense that worked best when used together with her perfume. The idol trainee nodded. But the moment I caught the familiar scent, I quickly covered my nose. I knew that scent far too well. It was the sedative incense Mom bought. Half a year ago, I was kept awake by mosquitoes in my room. So I went to the storage room to look for some mosquito repellents.

VALERIA. “Oh, for the love of the Moon! Stop itching!" I grunted. My skin crawled. It was a literal, maddening itch that burrowed deep beneath my flesh. For three years, I had bathed in a toxic, botanical serum of my own creation. Three years of suppressing the crushing, dominant Alpha aura of the Blood Moon Heir until I registered as nothing more than a weak, scentless, unremarkable Omega. My natural scent—wild pine and petrichor—had been suffocated beneath the dull, powdery smell of crushed nettle and chamomile. Honestly, it was disgusting.

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.

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.