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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

The dining hall buzzed with activity as I grabbed another slice of pizza from the serving tray. I placed it on Rhys's plate before he could protest.


"You need to eat more," I muttered, avoiding his eyes.


Rhys smiled, a gentle curve of his lips that made something in my chest ache. "Thanks, Jax."


Earlier, I'd stepped between Rhys and a group of Ruby House assholes who thought they could talk shit about our bonds. I didn't throw a single punch. Just stood there, staring them down until they slunk away like the cowards they were. My hands still tingled with the restraint it took not to smash their faces in.


The old Jaxon Ryder would have left a trail of blood across the dining hall floor. Maybe the Headmaster's constant lectures about control were finally sinking in.


Or maybe I was just too tired to fight anymore.


Jax's Defense and Hidden Desires