The Secrets of Wolfsbane Academy: Cursed Bloodlines (A Dark Academia Romance)
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The Secrets of Wolfsbane Academy: Cursed Bloodlines (A Dark Academia Romance)

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Juno Sparks Fantasy

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At Wolfsbane Academy, the mate bond doesn't ask permission — and it definitely doesn't check bloodlines first.
Gasper Greymount is the Alpha heir: fast, precise, built for a legacy he never chose. Americus Rosewoode is the enemy house's daughter, already promised to another before she's finished unpacking. When their eyes meet across the Autumn Hunt, the bond between them ignites like nothing either family has felt in a generation — and both of them know exactly how this is supposed to end.
They fall anyway.
Around them, a whole school is quietly, catastrophically failing to save them: a best friend who chooses comfort over truth, a cousin torn between loyalty and love, a golden boy being pulled apart thread by thread by someone who thinks in leverage instead of people — and a boy who sees everything and says nothing until it's almost too late. Underneath all of it, something older than any bloodline is listening to the bond grow, patient and hungry, waiting for exactly the wrong moment.
Spanning years, two warring houses, and a cast the size of a kingdom, this is a story about what happens when the people meant to protect you are too busy protecting the system instead — and what it costs, generations later, to finally build something worth the price that was paid for it.
Two households, both alike in dignity. One bond, strong enough to break them both — and, eventually, strong enough to save everyone who comes after.

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