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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

Rain pattered against my skin, but I barely felt it. I stood motionless in the garden, staring at nothing, my mind stretched thin across the bond connection—searching, always searching for them.


How long had I been standing here? Minutes? Hours? The concept of time had lost all meaning since Silas and Ronan disappeared into the Void. My clothes were soaked through, hair plastered to my face, but I couldn't bring myself to move.


"Silas," I whispered into the empty air. "Ronan. Please come back to me."


A gentle hand touched my shoulder, and I didn't need to look to know it was Kaelen. His presence wrapped around me like a protective shield, warm and solid in a world that had suddenly become terrifyingly fragile.


"Hazel," he said softly. "You need to come inside."


I shook my head, not trusting my voice.


"The baby," he reminded me gently. "You need to stay warm."


Anxious Vigil and Willow's Light