Cedric Diggory Merchandise

They call me the Heir-Eater. I was meant to be an heir, but everything changed the night I was born. My father, Alpha Cedric, and my pack expected twin heirs. Instead, they found only me. A single child. A girl. A disappointment. They accused me of eating my twin before he could take his first breath. They said I stole his life. The pack that once celebrated my existence turned its back on me. They say I am cursed. My Father stripped me of my name, my status, and my right to belong. Instead of an Alpha’s daughter, He condemned me to a life of slavery. But they were wrong about me. I was never the curse. I am the warning. I am Lyra, the Heir-Eater. And my story is only beginning.

I came back to life the day Cedric Gramont got drugged. This time? I didn't offer my body to him. I called his so-called soulmate instead. In my last life, I stupidly fell for the uncle who wasn't blood-related. When I found out he'd been hit with something strong, I ignored his plea to call Elyna Humbert—and "helped" him myself. A month later, I was pregnant. He had to marry me. On our wedding day, Elyna, who'd gone abroad to "clear her head," got kidnapped and killed. Before she died, she called Cedric 199 times, begging for help. He didn't pick up once. Too busy sealing the deal with me. Later, he just stared at those missed calls, not saying a word. Then the day I went into labor, he locked me in the basement. I begged him to take me to the hospital. He just smiled, cold and empty, and watched me die screaming, the baby still inside me. Last thing I heard? "If you hadn't gotten pregnant, I wouldn't have married you. I wouldn't have missed Elyna's calls. You deserved to die." When I opened my eyes again, it was that same day—Cedric was drugged, but this time, I knew better.