To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384: Say your oath

CIAN

The hall erupted into noise.

People were shouting. Protesting and demanding to know what was happening.

I raised my voice above all of it.

"Put your hand to your chest and swear your loyalty to Skollrend and me. Now!"

The command rang out clear and absolute.

For a moment, no one moved.

Then, slowly, people began to obey.

Hands came up and pressed against chests. Some people looked terrified. Others looked defiant. A few looked resigned.

Moira raised both of her hands.

The air around her shifted, barely noticeable at first. A strange stillness settled in, like the room had drawn in a breath and forgotten to let it go.

"Repeat after me," she said. "I swear my loyalty to Alpha Cian Donlon and to the pack of Skollrend. I swear to serve with honor and truth. I swear this on my life and on the goddess who watches over us all."

The words echoed through the hall.

Then people started repeating them.

Slowly at first. Then louder.

"I swear my loyalty to Alpha Cian Donlon and to the pack of Skollrend. I swear to serve with honor and truth. I swear this on my life and on the goddess who watches over us all."

Something shifted as the voices joined together.

The space around Moira seemed to draw tighter, like the air itself was being pulled toward her. Not visible, not something I could point to, but it was there, settling over the room.

It spread with the sound of the oath. Each voice added to it, deepening it, until it felt like it was pressing against my skin.

By the time the last words were spoken, it wrapped around every person in the hall, quiet and steady, holding them there.

Most of them reacted for a moment, a subtle shift in posture, a breath caught, a hand tightening at their side. Then it passed, and they stood as they were before.

But not all of them.

A woman near the back screamed.

It was sharp and sudden, cutting through the last echoes of the oath. She grabbed at her throat, fingers digging into her skin like she could pry something off.

Her eyes went wide. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. Not a word, not even a breath.

She staggered once.

Then she dropped.

Her body hit the floor and did not move again.

Another scream came from the left side of the hall.

A man this time. He doubled over, clutching his neck, choking on nothing anyone else could see. His chest heaved, desperate, useless.

He tried to run.

His legs gave out beneath him.

He fell hard, convulsed once, then went still.

More screams followed.

Twelve people in total.

Twelve traitors who had sworn false oaths.

The goddess had judged them and found them wanting.

The hall had gone completely silent now.

Everyone stared at the bodies. As proof that the goddess’s small gifts to Moira were real. That the goddess was watching. That lies could not survive in her presence.

I looked at Callum.

His face had gone pale. He was staring at one of the bodies. A woman who had been sitting in the front row. Someone he probably knew well.

"I did not hear you say a word, Elder Callum," I asked quietly. "The oath concerns all."

For a moment, he said nothing.

Then slowly, he turned his head, not toward me, but toward someone else.

"Elder Saiorse," he said.

The shift in the room was immediate, subtle, but unmistakable as attention followed his gaze.

Saiorse stilled where she stood.

"You as well," Callum added, his voice calm in a way that felt deliberate.

A pause settled over her as my eyes wandered to her.

"Right... You did not say your oath as well."

Then she lifted her chin, but it came a second too late, like she was forcing herself into composure rather than holding it naturally.

"I am loyal to Skollrend," she said.

Her voice held, but her eyes had already moved, flicking to Callum with something sharper than confusion. Shock. Betrayal. A quiet, dawning realization of what he had just done.

Callum did not react to it.

"What about me?" I asked.

The question hung between us, heavier now.

A few people shifted where they stood, watching closely, sensing something unraveling.

Saiorse’s composure faltered for just a moment. It was small, almost imperceptible, but it was there in the way her shoulders tightened and her breath caught before she could steady it.

"Of course," she said.

I held her gaze, unmoved.

"Then say the oath."

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