Rejected Me as a Poor Rogue? The Alpha King Wants Me as His Queen

Synopsis

She was a "weak-blood" rogue's cast-off. Until the moon answered her blood. Five years of lies. A mate who used her. A pack that called her blood "small." They tore off her mark. Then the Alpha King stepped out of the snow and said: "I've held your throne for ten years. Come take it." Five hundred years of stolen crowns came crashing down.