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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

"Mom?" My voice trembled as I knelt beside her. For a moment, I'd seen it—a flash of something real in her eyes. Not the paranoid ramblings that had defined her existence since I was a child, but actual clarity.


"Hazel, my sweet girl." Clara reached out, her hand trembling as it cupped my cheek. Her eyes—so much like mine—were suddenly sharp, focused. "Listen to me carefully. We don't have much time."


Behind me, I felt my bonds shifting uneasily. I glanced back at them, my heart squeezing at the sight of their concerned faces. Kaelen stood slightly apart, his expression guarded but attentive.


"I'm listening, Mom," I whispered, turning back to her.


Clara's fingers tightened on my face. "The name—the name you need to know—is Magnus Sterling."


My blood turned to ice in my veins. "Magnus Sterling?" I repeated, unable to hide my shock.


She nodded urgently. "He's the one who threatened to take you on your eighteenth birthday. I've been protecting you from him all these years."


Lucidity's Fleeting Gift, Madness's Cruel Return