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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 stared out the window of the small hotel room, watching raindrops chase each other down the glass. My fingers absently traced circles over my still-flat stomach, mind replaying that brief, electric moment when Jaxon's consciousness had touched mine.


"Little Bean," I whispered, the nickname already feeling natural on my lips. "Your daddy knows about you now... sort of."


The bittersweet ache in my chest intensified. Our connection had been so fleeting—just long enough for me to sense his shock, his wonder, and then... nothing. The emptiness that followed hurt worse than never connecting at all.


I turned to find Kaelen watching me from the small table where he'd been nursing a cup of coffee. The morning light caught his features in a way that made my breath catch, even now. He looked tired—we all were—but no less devastating.


"Just thinking," I replied, moving away from the window to join him at the table. "About Jaxon. About the... the connection."


Concealed Truths and a Faint Connection