Scent Glands Omegaverse Novels & Stories

The wet, hot slickness stains my thin denim shorts, soaking straight through the dirty fabric and sticking it to my flushed skin. Worst of all is the scent filling the small cell. The Lunara sensation inside me has hijacked my body, flooding the small basement with a sweet, thick wave of vanilla pheromones. It coats the air, thick and intoxicating, screaming to every Alpha within miles that an Omega is wide open, primed, and desperate to be claimed. And Silas knows it.

Damon’s POV: Now it made sense. I knew something was off the moment I’d gotten inside the car with her. Her pheromones were too potent. Technically, once an Omega is marked, their scent belongs to their Alpha. It becomes a private frequency, tuned only to the man who claimed them. It’s only supposed to leak during a heat or a moment of extreme distress. But the scent coming off Ophelia wasn't just leaking; it was pouring. My mind flashed back to the phone call with Raymond earlier. The way that arrogant bastard had spoken…. It had sounded like he was contemplating breaking the bond.

I was acting sick when isn't! I walked to my room, but someone covered my mouth and pulled me to a hidden spot in the Red Moon Pack. I could only hear his breathing which was very familiar to me. "Leah." I couldn't believe it when I heard his voice. Amoux, but why didn't I smell him? Alpha Giovanni couldn't smell him either. I think he used a potion that would help hide his scent. I felt his lips on my neck and closed my eyes at its tickling effect on me. I grabbed his arm because my knees felt like giving out.

But it was up to Mother Moon, not me’ Knowing he was right do I move to ignore it. Not looking to pick a fight with my wolf do I decide on moving closer. Three scents now hitting my nose. Each scent more delectable then the next. The first scent being sandalwood, citrus and cedar while the second one smelled of peppermint, vanilla and chocolate. The third and final scent being one of sage, cedarwood and lemon. All smells that I loved smelling when I was a child, now curious as to who these belonged to. ‘Mates. There here’ purrs Rune, now excited to finally have them.

Kaidën "That's more the spirit. After you, Alpha." Riven suddenly seems more energetic, as he walks me through the brightly lit walls. He enjoys places like this. We call it- the "omega hole" and for good reasons too. The walkways are designed to lull you into this false sense of security and lack of movement of time. The omega hole always has shiny lights, and everyone you pass always has a smile on their face. It's like once they're in here, they have no sense of the world outside.

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.

I just stared up through the branches, like I could float out of my body if I tried hard enough. “Fuck, you smell so heavenly,” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of my neck and inhaling deep, like a drug. His nose dragged slowly along my skin, from my collarbone to behind my ear, hot breath fanning over me as he scented me like an animal. “I heard female omegas’ scent gets stronger when aroused. But then again, your mother’s scent wasn’t this strong even when I made her cum. So maybe you’re just a greedier little bitch than she ever was.”

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.

As brothers of the pack, our minds are linked, but soon, after we claim our omega, that bond will be stronger than ever. Orchid pivots to her feet, looking at each of us as we approach. Her eyes are wide and dark like a young doe. My cock instantly lifts. Despite her anxiety, the omega's body responds to my arousal. The air becomes thick with its warm scent. It's flowing from your glands, from every warm recess of your body - from the hollow of your throat, from the hollows of your arms and, of course, from that luscious pussy hidden beneath your tuft of chestnut curls.

Every foot of progress required him to twist sideways, the leather of his combat gear scraping against the metal with a fine, continuous rasp. The air inside the shaft carried a mixed scent of rust and soap. When an artificial Alpha's scent core ran at full capacity, it oxidized ambient iron, forcing the rust smell out of the stone walls. That odor mingled with the trace amounts of scent evaporating from the skin of the sedated Omegas deep in the mine. Together they formed a faint, fine, sweet-metallic mist. Luna's lily-of-the-valley gland contracted automatically. The flower was telling her: *Omegas here. Still alive.*