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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 raced down the corridor on four paws, my wolf's instincts fully in control. The sensation was exhilarating—power coursed through my muscles as I moved with a fluid grace I'd never experienced in human form. Jaxon's scent trail was sharp and clear, a mix of pine, leather, and something distinctly male that my wolf recognized immediately.


Behind me, I heard the commotion as my other bonds scrambled to follow.


"Hazel! Wait!" Rhys called out. I heard the frantic patter of his bare feet on the tiled floor.


Silas's voice followed. "Should we shift too?"


"I think we have to," Ronan answered, his tone urgent.


But my wolf wasn't interested in waiting. She was on a mission, driven by an instinct I didn't fully understand but couldn't deny. The lingering sting of Jaxon's cruel words—"a fucking vegetable"—fueled my determination.


The Alpha's Primal Claim