Novel & Cerita Scenting Omegaverse

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.

No wonder I feel so rested. I leave the room and once again, the scent from yesterday floods my head and makes me feel a little dizzy. I have to close my eyes to fill my lungs before continuing on my way. This time the scent takes me downstairs where everyone is and as soon as I get to them, I realize and understand. That scent. I remember it very well. Sweet omega. My omega. My Olivia.

I pull out the omega uniform from under my bed—plain brown cloth, shapeless, loose, ugly, and absolutely perfect for hiding the red dress beneath it. No one looks twice at omegas. Not in a palace that employs hundreds. I braid my hair up, tuck it beneath a dull omega scarf, then close my eyes to concentrate on masking my scent. It burns a little at first—pressure behind my nose, the slight metallic taste of power rising—but then the shift clicks into place. My scent dissolves, replaced with the mild, earthy aroma of a low-ranking servant.

A servant opened the rear door with practiced grace, and Lucen slipped in first, his silhouette cutting a clean line through the steel. The moment the door shut, his scent flooded the cabin. Alpha pheromones... rich, warm, intoxicating... saturated the leather seats, the polished wood, the very air. It was as if the car itself had been an extension of his body, a carrier of his dominance. My breath caught, the scent was a warm blanket that both soothed and suffocated. My omega instincts surged, a primal tide pulling me toward a shore I could not see, a tide that threatened to drown me in its depth.

After all, this is just a meeting. When we entered the room, everyone was quiet and seated properly. I don't know if this has to do with the business they are in, but the entire room smells so good. It has this loud smell with leather notes. It's a masculine fragrance that is addicting. This scent is quite familiar, though. I only see three people in the room, and all of them are girls. Where's Laurent then? I thought he was here. "Hi, good afternoon. I'm Stacy Miracle." I greeted to break the silence. Edith and Amielle and the other two from my team also greeted them.

And sure enough, Jefferson lay back on Hugo's chest. But Jefferson already realized that there was something strange, Homer's breathing sounded weird, and for some reason, instead of feeling happy, Jefferson felt annoyed. The annoyance emanated from a familiar, malevolent aura, Jefferson winced, and instead of the refreshing smell of sandalwood, he smelled a foreign cologne. His hunch was telling him that something was wrong, which made Jefferson unable to go back to sleep, he got up again, but this time he opened his eyes. And how surprised Jefferson was when he saw Hugo smiling lecherously at him with his hands still perched on Jefferson's waist.

"What is it? You don't look well at all." He tried to push himself up, to command his legs to move, but they were useless, boneless. A fine sheen of sweat bloomed on his forehead and upper lip. And then he smelled it—the final, terrifying betrayal. Cutting through the smoke and the perfume, a scent blossomed from his own skin: sweet, floral, and unmistakably vulnerable. The scent of an Omega's distress, thick and cloying, broadcasting his terror to the entire room.

Maddox The scent hit me before he even stood up from the table. Sweet, slick, charged with something primal that clung to the air like invisible steam. I could taste it on the back of my tongue, even if I kept my jaw tight and my breathing shallow. Omegas in pre-heat always smelled potent, but there was something about this one. It was something I couldn’t quite put a name to. Like the scent was made just for me.

Petulantly, she sits up straight, ruffling her own hair, perfuming the air with her heavenly mint and vanilla scent. The Omega notices that she’s under Victor’s jacket and promptly hands it back to the man, face crimson. “Here,” she grumbles. Victor sighs, putting the thing back on, a particularly potent wave of Ariadne’s vanilla scent wafting up to his nostrils. The Alpha has since learned that this scent is Ariadne’s contented one, which means, even though the Omega’s scowling, she’s pleased about waking up all warm and safe.