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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

(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)


The moment I stepped out of the shower, I knew something was happening. The air itself seemed charged with electricity, thrumming against my skin like a physical touch. My mind, still occasionally slipping between reality and the lingering shadows of the Void, snapped into sharp focus at the unmistakable scent filling the cottage.


Hazel. Her arousal. So potent it made my mouth water.


I toweled off quickly, my body responding with immediate, almost painful need. After what I'd been through—the endless darkness, the whispers, the certainty that I'd never see my bonds again—the primal call of Hazel's desire was like an anchor, tethering me firmly to this reality.


Following the scent, I made my way downstairs, my bare feet silent against the wooden steps. The living room door stood partially open, and what I saw made me freeze.


A Culmination of Senses