Above mist-covered lands and breathtaking skies stands the world of Felaria—a realm not governed by common magic or machines, but by something far more ancient: instinct, scent, and aura.
Every soul in Felaria is born into one of three instinctual classifications: Alpha, Beta, and Omega.
Not a caste. Not a social rank. But a biological structure undeniable and irreversible.
Alphas are born with Auras—primal forces that radiate from their body and soul. These auras can exert psychological, even physical, pressure on others. Each Alpha's aura is unique, classified by color and elemental affinity.
A rare few evolve into Ascended Alphas, whose aura becomes a tangible entity.
Kael Rhionhart is one of them—a commander cloaked in Nyx Aura, so dense it takes form as poisonous smoke and unquenchable black fire.
Meanwhile, Betas make up the majority.
Ordinary lives, untouched by instinctual bonds, serving as the world's equilibrium amidst the chaos stirred by Alpha and Omega instincts.
Then there are the Omegas—the most diverse. Known for their scent instinct—fragrances that awaken during heightened emotional states. Omegas are not inherently weak. Their bodies possess rare abilities—some can soothe or disrupt an Alpha's aura. A select few are born exceptional—powerful, dangerous, and most of all, hunted.
Between Alpha and Omega lies a system called Lunaris—a crystal-like gland at the back of the neck that reacts when true mates are near. When an Alpha and Omega are biologically compatible, their Lunaris glows faintly, and their scents merge into a hypnotic aroma no one can replicate.
This bond is called Aruvin—an unbreakable, unalterable connection. Not merely love, but a biological destiny. And when destiny clashes with free will, what follows isn't love—but war.
In a world spun from power and scent, a rare Omega escapes an illegal lab. Her fragrance—soft vanilla and rose—holds the power to calm even the wildest aura. She runs with no direction, unaware of the storm she ignites.
Her name is Avelia Mireille, and her footsteps awaken a silent war from the shadows. For deep within a forsaken castle, another man breathes in her scent and swears to make her his.
In Felaria, scent is the beginning of all things. But for the three of them … scent is destiny and destruction.