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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 woke to unfamiliar weight across my waist and the steady rhythm of someone's breath against my neck. My body felt strange—sore yet satisfied, with a lingering warmth that wasn't quite discomfort anymore. Blinking against the dim morning light filtering through unfamiliar curtains, fragments of last night flooded back.


The heat. The fever. Mr. Vance finding me. Carrying me.


I turned my head slightly to find him sleeping peacefully beside me, his arm draped protectively over my middle. His face looked younger in sleep, all the usual mischief and charm softened into something vulnerable.


"I love you," he'd said last night. And I'd said it back.


I meant it. The realization settled over me like a warm blanket. I loved him—his kindness, his unwavering support, the way he'd been there from my first confusing moments in this world. But as I lay there, I couldn't ignore that he wasn't the only one occupying my thoughts.


Where was Jaxon? Silas? Ronan? And...Mr. Vance?


Sunrise Revelations and Stolen Scents