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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 shattering wave of fear hit me like a physical blow, tearing me from the height of pleasure straight into gut-wrenching terror. One moment, I was lost in Kaelen's arms, our bodies still trembling with shared release, and the next—


"Ro," I gasped, the name tearing from my throat as his panic flooded my mind.


Kaelen's arms tightened around me. His face, still flushed from our outdoor encounter, hardened into sharp lines of concern. "Something's wrong."


The afterglow of our four-way bond connection with Jaxon and Rhys evaporated instantly. I felt Jaxon's consciousness snap to alertness like a whip cracking, his pleasure transforming into protective rage.


"What the fuck is happening?" Jaxon's voice crashed through our mental link.


Kaelen didn't waste time answering. His eyes flashed blue as he expanded our connection, reaching beyond our immediate group. 


Then I heard it—Ronan's voice, thin with terror: "—not real, it's not real..."


Whispers from the Void