Scent Glands Omegaverse Novels & Stories

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.

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.

It also serves as a warning that whoever touches them will not escape an alpha's rage. Those single omegas in Sera's club sometimes ask her to put her scent on their wrists. That part is already irritating in Asher's eyes. But what irritates him more is Sera herself. With a smile on her pretty face, Sera will sometimes rub her cheek on their wrists or give them a short hug which can transfer her scent to them. Scenting is usually done by their other half to establish their position and to announce to the world who is their mates. But unfortunately for Asher, only a few of those omegas had already found their soulmates.

[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.

he whispered, his voice vibrating against my skin. I said nothing. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I was practically coming apart just from his taunts, and that was not even part of his stupid mindless game. I knew he was angry, very angry to the extent of torturing me emotionally. He was licking the sensitive spot on my neck region. As an omega, we have this sensitive spot that is scattered throughout our body. These spots are also known as secreting pores where an omega secretes its scent when aroused, but that is the problem. Master had located this spot just within minutes.

My first Omega Heat was tearing through my veins like liquid fire. Every single nerve ending in my body felt exposed, raw, and super-sensitive. The silk sheets underneath me felt like sandpaper against my shivering skin. My breathing came in short, weak, jagged gasps. My chest heaved, and with every breath I took, the heavy, devastatingly sweet scent of crushed orchids and vanilla grew stronger, thicker, coating the back of my throat. It was my scent. I was a pure, unmated Omega, and my biology was screaming into the dark, demanding an Alpha.

Tiberius flips her hand around to press a kiss to her scent gland on the inside of her wrist. Her breath hitches and she struggles not to snatch her hand away. Delphine very rarely lets others know of her presentation but when someone is introduced with their presentation, its manners to give yours in return. And then he kissed her scent gland. She wants to scream at Marie for putting her in such a vulnerable position. She keeps it a secret because a successful Omega is often a caged one.

To prove the truth, the accused Alpha’s hormones are burned until the Omega’s unique scent signature is extracted. Every Omega carries a distinct scent when in heat. One that has the power to attract a specific or a few Alphas. But the rarest of Omegas—those deemed most special—have a scent strong enough to draw any Alpha, from far and wide. And Denny… he possesses that kind of scent. My hormones were burned. I didn’t scream like I should have. Not because it didn’t hurt, because it did, but because the guilt of betraying Denny hurt far worse than anything they could inflict.

The pheromone, gut-wenchengly familiar. He follow the track, wanting to discover the source of that alluring scent. His heart hammering. The hidden greed coming to surface. And if his gut feeling didn't betray him , next he was mat with the sight of an Omega . __________________________________ Soren could feel someone approaching him. The person's pheromone with a mixture of smoke and mist fill the air. The scent speak denger. He tilt his head, trying to get a proper view of the wonner. Soren's heart drop in the pit of his stomach.

Like something meant to choke the life out of you. “What the hell are you doing?!” Merilyn snapped, glaring at Lucy. That was when I realized. When an Omega goes into heat, their body releases pheromones. These smells spread far. To male Alphas, the scent is amazing—sweet, tempting, like a natural drug. But to the same gender? It is the most disgusting smell in the world. Merilyn’s eyes burned with hate. She kicked Lucy again. This time, she did not hold back at all.