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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

"That's impossible," I whispered, my hand still pressed against my flat stomach. "Jaxon can't... he told me he can't have children."


Kaelen's expression remained serious as his eyes met mine. "It should be impossible, yes. But I'm certain of what I'm sensing."


My mind raced, trying to comprehend the bombshell he'd just dropped. Pregnant? With Jaxon's baby? The violent, tattooed, emotionally damaged man who'd tried to kill me when we first met was going to be a father? My child's father?


"There has to be a mistake," I insisted, shaking my head vigorously. "Maybe it's something else. Maybe—"


"Let me check," Kaelen said softly, kneeling before me. "May I?"


I nodded numbly, still reeling as he placed his large hand over mine on my abdomen. He closed his eyes, and I felt a gentle warmth emanate from his palm, seeping into my skin. His power felt different than usual—not commanding or forceful, but gentle and probing.


An Impossible Miracle and a Perilous Path