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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

"Are we really discussing my eating habits this early?" I groaned, pulling my blanket over my head as Jaxon's voice boomed through the hallway.


"Lyra called me," Jaxon said, yanking the blanket down. "Said you skipped dinner last night. Not happening today, princess."


I squinted up at him, my body still heavy with sleep. Jaxon stood at the foot of my bed, already dressed in dark jeans and a black t-shirt that stretched across his broad chest. The memory of yesterday's events flooded back—my heat starting, the broken door, all four of my bonds sleeping beside me.


"I wasn't hungry," I mumbled, noting I was alone in bed now. The others must have gotten up earlier.


"Don't care," Jaxon replied flatly. "Your body needs fuel. Especially now."


I sat up reluctantly, running fingers through my tangled hair. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. A dull ache had settled in my stomach—hunger mixed with something else I couldn't quite identify.


Fevered Vulnerability, Unexpected Solace