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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 at the gift hamper Willow had brought, my hands trembling slightly as I lifted the lid. Inside were my favorite chocolates, scented candles, a soft throw blanket, and even a small teddy bear wearing a "World's Best Mom" t-shirt. Any other time, this thoughtful gesture would have warmed my heart, but right now, anxiety gnawed at my insides, consuming any potential for joy.


"Thank you," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.


Willow's face fell slightly. "You hate it."


"No, no," I reached out to squeeze her hand. "It's perfect, really. I just can't—" My voice cracked, and I gestured helplessly at the hamper. "How can I enjoy anything when they're—when they might be—"


The words caught in my throat, impossible to voice. My mind kept replaying Kaelen's explanation of the Void, how it fed on fear and created illusions from your deepest anxieties. What horrors were Silas and Ronan facing right now? Were they still together, or had they been separated? Were they even still—


Willow's Comfort, A Long-Awaited Arrival