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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

After Lyra left, I sat on my bed, hugging my knees to my chest. Her revelations about Jaxon kept replaying in my mind. Five years taken by his own father. The broken boy beneath those tattoos and that rage. It changed everything—and nothing at all. He was still Jaxon, still dangerous and unpredictable, but now I understood why.


I grabbed my phone and sent a message to our group chat, needing to establish some boundaries:


*Hi everyone. I'm going to sleep now. Had a long day and just need some space. Please don't worry. Talk tomorrow. - H*


Simple enough, right? My phone immediately lit up with responses.


*Sleep well, beautiful. Dream of me. ;) - Rhys*


*Rest up. We'll talk in the morning. - Silas*


Nothing from Jaxon. Not that I expected a text message full of heart emojis from him, but his silence felt significant after what Lyra had shared.


A Dream of Desire, A Rude Awakening