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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

The breathing exercises with Professor Astrid had left me calmer than I'd felt in days, but that tranquility began to fade as Rhys, Silas, and I made our way to meet Lyra. The note she'd slipped me during dinner burned in my pocket. What was so important that she couldn't say it out loud?


"You okay?" Rhys asked, his fingers brushing against mine as we walked. "You've gone quiet."


"Just processing," I replied, offering him a small smile. "Professor Astrid gave me a lot to think about."


Silas nodded. "She's different from the others. Actually seems to want to help rather than contain."


We reached the commons building where Lyra was waiting. She bounced on her toes when she spotted us, her usual energetic self, but I noticed the tightness around her eyes.


"There you are!" she called, waving frantically. "How was the session?"


"Better than expected," I said. "Professor Astrid actually made sense."


An Unexpected Confession and the Eve of Revelation