Scenting Omegaverse Novels & Stories

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.

He leans forward slowly, giving me time to pull away. When I do not, he tilts his head and presses his cheek to mine. The contact is feather-light, barely there, but it sends a cascade of sensation through my body. His scent wraps around me—cedar and steel and that electric charge—and my Omega instincts surge up from the depths where I have buried them. I gasp. My hands grip the arms of the chair. "Easy," he murmurs against my ear. "Breathe through it."

"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.

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.

It was at the brink of losing my sanity when the nights became unbearable, when the scent of unmated omegas made my skin crawl, when the moon herself stopped whispering that he appeared. Like he’d always been there. Not crashing in like a storm, no. He arrived like dusk quiet, inevitable, clothed in the kind of beauty that made the world hold still. I didn’t hear his footsteps, only felt the shift in the air. The moment his scent reached me, lavender, honey, smoke and rain and something wild, I staggered, like my soul had been yanked back into my body. He stepped onto the cleansing ground like he belonged to it. Like the forest knew him. Like the moon carved him out of starlight and dusk for

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.

But after the incident at the club and Zane brought him back to his home, he may have conveniently forgotten to take them and maybe even used a little bane to flush what might be left in his system, so there was nothing blocking his pheromones and scents at all. With a low, dangerous rumble in his chest, Zane sucked in a deep breath to swallow the Omega scent, thereby opening every scent gland in his body. Posturing, he allowed the full force of his Alpha Pheromones to bloom in the air, thicker than the normal waves.

I will not hesitate to sentence them to beheading. ‘I don’t trust them anymore.’ I confided in my wolf while staring at my laptop's half-body photos of the omegas. ‘They didn’t realize that two people had a strange scent. The perfume could give them a werewolf scent, but if you smell it continuously or sniff it in detail, their scent is bland and different from that of a werewolf.’ ‘The two rogues are in charge of cooking. The omegas who meet them intensively have the same shift as them. In the kitchen, they will focus on their work and the aroma of the food.’ My wolf gave a logical reason that made sense.