Scenting Omegaverse Novels & Stories

And then there was his scent. Fuck, his scent. We had been friends for long enough that I could pick his scent out of a crowd immediately, but lately? It had taken on an almost sweet undertone. Like an omega’s. An omega’s scent was one no alpha could ever get confused about. Though each person smelled different, it was always lighter. An almost vanilla or almond undertone. They made perfumes to try to replicate it in the big stores, selling them for thousands of dollars per bottle. Elias’s new scent could sell for hundreds of thousands.

the heat began to run through my body, I felt a slight fragrance come off me, it was my Omega scent. I was surprised and blinked. I hurriedly raised my arm and smelled my whole body. I thought it wasn't the smell of Omega, but yes, it was. Apparently, the fragrance flowed from me. I was the only Omega in this place. I sank my nose into my wrist to smell the scent. The scent was refreshing but subtle, it was undeniable, it was me. It was a peculiar scent that made me feel weird. Could all the other Omegas feel it? I finally realized that I had not taken my medications. Could that have been the reason? However, There was a time when I had not taken the medicine, but I never felt like this. Wh

I questioned. Thea nods. “Her scent is like an addictive drug, very hard to wave off.” “Like an Omega, you mean.” I have scented a few before and they were all sickly sweet, just like the little darling downstairs. “Yeah. It's going to rip this whole pack apart.”

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.

Her heels, black and gold, clicked with a rhythmic finality that turned heads before the scent hit. And gods, the scent. Blood orchid and black pepper. Floral. Smoky. Sharp. The kind of scent that climbed into your bloodstream and whispered submit. It flooded the orchard like incense and power, crackling under the skin of every Omega and making several Alphas blink hard and swallow wrong.

Gavin was quick to open it this time. There stood a female omega, looking relatively older than him, dressed in a tunic in the usual fashion of Tundra. She has a scarf on her head that indicates that she is a servant. Gavin could not smell her scent though, instead, she smells like spicy herbs and a mix of something like damp soil, a scent that he was quite sure he had already smelled before. He was confused for a second until he saw the part of her neck where her scent gland is supposed to be, covered in a familiar oil. Right. Patchouli. Her scent gland is covered in the oil, masking it. He had seen hunters from his old pack use it before when they go out to hunt. Why does she use it though

I feel the rush of adrenaline and I take a deep breath to calm myself. After I take a few deep breaths, I grab my backpack and head towards the school doors. Something in me tells me that I should turn around to go home, but I push it aside as nerves. I reach my locker and begin taking out my books for class. Just then, I smell the most amazing fragrance and I start making my way to follow it. It's the scent of my mate. My heart and mind yelled in excitement. Being an omega human is not always bad. I also have some strong senses such as recognizing the scent, well I don't know if it's just me or every human omega that has these senses, but who cares?

Their words intertwined until they were already laughing as they could seem to know more about what the other did for in another time they knew each other’s preoccupations and what they would be doing in another lifetime. “I feel as though you gave me the gift of wanting to know more about scents. Why I don’t know. I was blind to scents before but someone gave it to me. It wasn’t just me. Someone must have given it to me and that there is a precursor to it, beyond my life now, beyond my childhood, beyond my time in my mother’s womb. Do you understand what I mean?” “Do you remember the ocean?” He asked and for a while he meant something which was above madness. They were speaking as though th

His breath hitched for a brief moment, a single tear slipped out of his eye as the Omega whimpered helplessly. Both Betas were starting to regret their life's choices at that very moment. None had the slightest idea what they should do next. A smell began to fill the room, clouding the air. It was heavy and overpowering, a sweet and spicy scent mixed with something else, something that smelled of burning woods and Salty seawater. Both Betas shivered, recognizing the smell instantly. It was the unmistakable scent of their Alpha's pheromones. Dom's nose crinkled in distaste as he noticed the change in the air. Xiher whimpered once more, as he buried his head deeper into his Alpha's arm and he

Damon’s POV: Now it made sense. I knew something was off the moment I’d gotten inside the car with her. Her pheromones were too potent. Technically, once an Omega is marked, their scent belongs to their Alpha. It becomes a private frequency, tuned only to the man who claimed them. It’s only supposed to leak during a heat or a moment of extreme distress. But the scent coming off Ophelia wasn't just leaking; it was pouring. My mind flashed back to the phone call with Raymond earlier. The way that arrogant bastard had spoken…. It had sounded like he was contemplating breaking the bond.