My Sweetest Revenge: Sleeping with the Alpha King
The stench of rotting magic filled the pristine starscape as the High Priestess fully emerged from the jagged fissure. She didn't look human anymore. Her skin was a patchwork of gray, necrotic tissue held together by pulsing veins of toxic green fire. She leaned heavily on a staff carved from the femur of a Lycan, her hollow eyes locking onto the First Crown hovering above my head.
"Centuries," she hissed, her voice sounding like grinding tombstones. "I have waited centuries for the Crown to reveal itself. Give it to me, little Vessel, and I might let your mutt of a husband die a quick death."