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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 jerked upright in bed, my heart pounding against my ribs. "Rhys!" I whispered urgently, reaching out to shake his shoulder. "Rhys, wake up!"


He bolted awake, instantly alert. "What's wrong?"


"There's someone in the corner," I hissed, pointing to the darkest part of the room. "I saw him—Jaxon. His eyes were glowing blue."


Rhys scrambled to his feet and flipped on the light switch. The sudden brightness made me squint, but when my vision adjusted, I saw that the corner was empty. No Jaxon. No glowing eyes. Nothing.


"Are you sure?" Rhys asked, scanning the room. "I don't see anyone."


I pushed my tangled hair away from my face. "I swear he was right there. His eyes were glowing blue, just staring at me."


Rhys frowned, walking over to check behind the curtains and even looking under my bed. "There's no one here, Hazel."


"I know what I saw," I insisted, pulling my knees to my chest. "It was Jaxon. I'm sure of it."


Nightmares, Confessions, and a Furious Arrival