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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 couldn't look away from Jaxon's burning gaze. Despite his harsh words earlier, his eyes told a different story—one of undeniable jealousy and something deeper that he refused to acknowledge. Rhys noticed my distraction and followed my line of sight.


"Don't worry about him," he whispered, still close enough that I could feel his breath on my cheek. "He'll come around eventually."


"I'm not so sure," I muttered, remembering the coldness in Jaxon's voice when he'd told me our bond was merely functional, not emotional.


Rhys's eyes sparkled with mischief as he suddenly grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. "Hey, Ro! Catch!"


Before I could protest, I was being playfully pushed forward, stumbling directly into Ronan's arms. His strong hands instinctively caught me, steadying my balance as I collided with his broad chest. Looking up, I found myself lost in those icy blue eyes that somehow managed to radiate warmth.


"Sorry," I mumbled, not making any move to step back.


Whispers of Heat and a Confined Fate