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Hazel Thorne thought her biggest worry on her first day of university would be finding her dorm room, but instead she discovers she’s not even human. 
Welcome to the world of Greys, where she’s apparently part of some ancient “Spark Bond” that ties her to not one, but five incredibly powerful men who each seem determined to either protect her or drive her completely insane. 
There’s Rhys with his charming smile that makes her forget her own name, dangerously broken Jaxon who looks like he’s ready to burn the world down, brilliant Silas who might actually be related to her, fiercely loyal Ronan who’d probably take a bullet for her, and Headmaster Kaelen Vance who keeps insisting their connection is a mistake even while his eyes say otherwise. 
But Hazel’s crash course in supernatural politics gets deadly serious when Magnus Sterling and his rogue faction decide she’s the key to taking over the human world, and suddenly everyone wants a piece of her unique heritage. Just when she thinks she’s getting the hang of her new abilities and navigating the complicated dynamics with her five bonds, she ends up pregnant and a devastating attack tears her away from the men she’s grown to love. 
Now she’s fighting a war on two fronts, trying to master powers she barely understands while protecting not just her own life, but the lives of her mates and the fate of both the human and Grey worlds, all with enemies closing in who seem to know more about her past than she does herself.

Her Fated Five Mates

I gripped Isla's arm firmly as I marched her through the hallways toward my office. Her compulsion attempt in the dining hall had been crude but powerful—dangerously so. Untrained compulsion was like giving a toddler a loaded gun. Irresponsible. Deadly.


"Let go of me!" she hissed, struggling against my grip. "You're hurting me."


I loosened my hold slightly but didn't release her. "If I were actually hurting you, you'd know it."


We reached my office, and I pushed her inside before closing the door behind us. She immediately backed away from me, her eyes darting around the room like a cornered animal searching for escape.


"Sit down," I ordered, pointing to the chair across from my desk.


"I want to go home," she demanded, her voice quivering despite her attempt at bravado. "I don't belong here."


Kaelen's Burden and a Sterling's Uncontrolled Gift