Swapped to a Rogue But He Is the Wolf King

In my first life, I married the Alpha Heir everyone envied, while my sister ended up with a penniless, packless Rogue.​ She hated me for three years.​ Right before she drove a blade through my heart, she screamed that if she had married Dorian, my life should have been hers.​ What she never knew was that my “perfect” marriage had been nothing but a beautiful cage.​ When I opened my eyes again, we had both returned to the day we chose our husbands.​ This time, my sister stole Dorian without hesitation—and left me the Rogue she had despised in our previous life.​ She thought she had finally won.​ So when everyone laughed at me for choosing a poor, packless Rogue, I simply took his hand.​ Then came our wedding day.​ Royal Guards filled the street on their knees. Every Alpha bowed his head. And the High Moon Priest knelt before my husband.​ “Your Majesty.”​ That was when I finally learned the truth.​ The man my sister had fought so hard to throw away was the Wolf King.