Selena's POV
The magnificent, gilded mirror in my royal bedchamber shattered into a thousand jagged pieces, sending a glittering cascade of silver glass raining down across the plush velvet carpet.
My breath tore through my throat in ragged, hysterical gasps as I stood amidst the wreckage of my own quarters, my chest heaving beneath the suffocating weight of my ruined coronation gown. I had spent six agonizing months meticulously planning every single detail of this evening. I had orchestrated the perfect smiles, selected the finest spun silver, and completely secured the political alliances required to place the management of the Crimson Moon directly into the palm of my hand. I was supposed to wake up tomorrow as the absolute, unquestioned authority of this pack.
Instead, I was the la
