Novel & Cerita Scenting Omegaverse

Leah asked. Damon hugged her tighter. He was pleased and thought that maybe Leah wanted comfort from a friend. He sniffed her hair, and when he smelled how pleasant her scent was, he was going to be crazy! This is why Damon wanted her. He didn't know why Leah had a scent like this. At first, he thinks that maybe she is his mate, but it is wrong when Damon discovers that Amoux is mated to Leah. He didn't experience this kind of smell whenever he was with Anaya. The lovely smell always made him think about their future. He knew that this was what happened to his father, too.

He stood and offered Jasmine his hand as Mathin did the same for Andrea. They toured the market. At Mathin’s insistence, Andrea bought several beautiful books. Each was covered with sturdy leather and bound with brass. One was a cookbook. “The Haunt version of Betty Crocker,” Jasmine assured her as she handed it to her. “Just don’t try the recipe for pickled beetle eggs.” She smiled wickedly. “Too spicy.” She selected several bottles of essential oil and fragrance from the perfumer, and Mathin pointed out which spices they came from as he purchased supplies. She chose her own herbs and seasonings from the colorful display of glass jars available in one of the numerous outdoor booths.

A whole Alpha like me. I tuck some hairs behind her ears, immediately our skins touch, the scent I felt in Westwood, lavender, Amber and citrus mixed together. I close my eyes as the intoxication spreads to my blood stream. My hairs stand erect, Lamar starts whining, he threatens to take over. But the scent immediate stops. What is happening? Why can't I understand. 'Isn't it, mate?' Lamar asks in a hurt tone.

But in the highly charged, pheromone-saturated environment of the training dome, and at the moment of Thalynn’s greatest physiological stress, a faint, fleeting note had slipped through. It wasn't a Beta scent—too distinct. It certainly wasn't an Alpha scent—too soft, too... sweet. It was gone almost instantly, a chemical ghost drowned by Marcus's heavy sweat and the rush of Thalynn's own suppressants flooding his system. But Lucian’s Alpha nose was unerring. It had registered a flavor that was forbidden, dangerous, and utterly out of place in this fortress of dominance: a note of Omega.

Third Person's POV Lennox strolled through the large dining room that had been temporarily transformed into a shelter for the omegas. He doesn't miss the weary eyes watching him, afraid of his presence. The scent of fear is everywhere. With so many omegas terrified and in one location, the scent of their fear is so strong it's overwhelming. Their pheromones smell bitter and salty from fear, causing them to ooze from the omegas unwittingly.

"Breath. Just breathe." His rich cedar wood pheromones flared out into the small space, a thick cloud meant to soothe my system. Normally, the deep Alpha scent acted as an instant anchor for my hidden Omega traits. But tonight, the heavy smell of wood and spice hit my nose like a physical blow, making my throat tighten even more. I leaned forward, a second dry-heave racking my ribs. My head throbbed, sweat dripping down my jaw and splashing onto the white porcelain.

she laughs, but agrees and takes three more shots before we all sit down on the same couch. Zee and Leah start talking about people I don't know, but she’s sitting close to me, so I hug her and lower my nose to her bare shoulder to pretend I'm scenting her. I say ‘pretend’ because I'm actually trying my best not to. If I do, I’m afraid my annoying dick will refuse to get hard at all because omega scent is totally not for him. I feel just familiarity, it just smells nice, it doesn't make me want to grab her harder and take her or something like that.

The door opened a little, and a thin beam of light came into the room. I held my breath. Theo stopped moving. He was like a statue under my hands. The security guard said, "Wait a minute." He took a breath, and I knew he had smelled Theo's scent. My blood went cold. The guard said, "What's wrong?" The other guard said, "Do you smell vanilla and sweet cream down this hall? Call the team medic, someone might be tracking pheromones." The first guard said, "This is an Omega scent. It smells like someone is going into a distress spike now."

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.

and then the wind shifted. It brought her scent to him, and all political thoughts evaporated. It was overwhelming. Underneath the terror and the sharp, coppery smell of blood, there was the unmistakable, intoxicating scent of a high-ranking Omega. And beneath even that, something else—the sweet, heady fragrance of an impending, powerful heat.