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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 sat on the cold bathroom floor, my back pressed against the tub, knees drawn up to my chest. My eyes burned from crying, and my throat felt raw. The bathroom had become my fortress of solitude, where I could hide from the insanity happening outside.


How could they even consider it? How could Ronan volunteer himself as a test subject for the void? The same void that had nearly killed Kaelen. The same void that had separated us all in the first place.


A soft knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.


"Hazel?" Ronan's gentle voice called. "Please talk to me."


"Go away," I croaked, my voice betraying how much I'd been crying.


"I'm not going anywhere," he replied steadily. "I'll sit out here all night if I have to."


I pressed my palms against my eyes, willing the tears to stop. "Why are you doing this? Why are you so determined to risk your life?"


There was a pause, and I could picture him leaning his forehead against the door.


Tears, Tensions, and a Sudden Summons