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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

Dusk settled over the Scottish landscape, painting the mountains with streaks of purple and gold. I stood on the cottage porch, watching the light fade and feeling a strange restlessness in my bones. After spending the day settling in, unpacking clothes, and hanging a few pictures that made this place feel like ours, I was ready for something else—something primal.


"Thinking about our run?" Kaelen's voice came from behind me as his strong arms wrapped around my waist.


I leaned back against his chest, nodding. "My wolf's been scratching at me all afternoon. She's getting impatient."


"Mine too." His lips brushed my ear, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. "The forest is completely private. We can shift without worrying about being seen."


I turned in his arms. "I still can't believe you've never shown me your wolf before. After all this time."


"Wolves are... intimate." His blue eyes darkened. "Especially between bonded pairs. It's not something to be taken lightly."


Moonlit Mating Mark: A Wolf's Primal Claim