Scenting Omegaverse Novels & Stories

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.

ELI'S POV The air smelled like rosewater and nervous sweat... a familiar blend for an Omega on the eve of his mating. I inhaled deeply, fingers tightening around the silk tie of my ceremonial robes. My own scent was almost imperceptible, a whisper in a world that demanded storms. Weak, they’d called it once. Now, it was the only thing keeping me alive.

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.

Like the room I was in earlier, there was also a hallway on the left side, but unlike that dark room, this one was lit, and I could feel the presence of the person who wanted to talk to me. "Hey, wait, girl!" I almost tore the woman's clothes trying to pull her back as she was leaving the room. I was about to leave too when I heard footsteps approaching. I froze when I smelled a scent I hadn't encountered before. It was hard to describe. It had a unique mix of citrusy, spicy, and woody notes. It just screamed hot and elegant. It wasn't harsh at all; in fact, it was utterly addictive. "Why are you always running away?" I swallowed hard when I heard the voice of the man behind me.

Simply a marvel of a guy, indeed it came to my mind that he could be the eighth wonder of the world. But what definitely caught my attention was his scent "Cotton candy and vanilla" I was enraptured by his presence, by his delicious scent, everything about him screamed how beautiful, tender and sexy he was. How can someone be so tender and sexy at the same time? Only that little Omega boy could be how extremely sexy and tender. My wolf was scratching inside me at the presence of little Omega. I wanted to get close and smell the scent on his neck. To hug him and never let go.