For thirty-seven months, I fought in secret on the deadliest border under the Moon Goddess's orders. When I came home, my fated mate Ethan dragged me before the Elder Council, called me a useless Omega, demanded every asset—and seated his pregnant mistress in my place. He had no idea the woman he wanted to discard was General Vivian Ashford, a decorated commander who had spent three years protecting the territory he enjoyed in comfort. When my sealed service record was opened, his lies collapsed before the entire Council. Then I inherited 340 million Moonstones and control of the Ashford clan, with one condition: consider a marriage alliance with Dominic Steele, the strongest Alpha in the North. Years earlier, his voice had guided my trapped unit through fifty-three hours of hell, and he had never forgotten the woman behind the call sign Valkyrie. Once Ethan learned my worth, he tried to cancel the separation, seize half my inheritance, and fight me with a ruthless lawyer. Dominic stood beside me without trying to control me, while I uncovered something worse than infidelity: Ethan had sold our defense maps to northern vampires. Ethan was sentenced to death, but his betrayal opened the way for a vampire invasion. I returned to the front while Dominic guided my forces from the rear. Two months later, I came home victorious. When he knelt and asked to spend his life fighting beside me—not for money or an alliance—I said yes.