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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 watched Hazel and Kaelen intently as they faced the fractured portal, their expressions mirroring identical concentration. We'd been working for hours already, and frankly, I was starting to wonder if we were making any real progress.


"Let's try something simpler first," I suggested, wiping sweat from my brow. "Before we tackle the portal directly, practice with water. It's similar in fluidity to the portal's energy."


I conjured a small sphere of water between us, holding it suspended in the air.


"Feel its structure," I instructed. "Then try to separate it into two distinct forms without losing control."


Hazel narrowed her eyes at the floating water. "Like Moses parting the Red Sea? Except... tiny and round?"


I couldn't help but smile. Even in these desperate circumstances, her humor remained intact.


"Exactly like that, minus the biblical drama," I replied.


Unexpected Mastery