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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

The dining hall hummed with the usual evening buzz when I entered with Rhys and Silas. Lyra waved enthusiastically from a table near the window, her tiny frame practically bouncing in her seat.


"Over here!" she called out, though we'd already spotted her.


I slid into the seat beside her while Rhys and Silas sat across from us. The tables were filling up fast, students clustering in their usual groups. I couldn't help but notice how many glances were thrown our way—some curious, some wary, some hostile. Word of my meltdown at the assembly had clearly spread.


"How are you feeling?" Lyra asked, her voice unusually subdued as she leaned closer to me.


"Better than earlier," I admitted. "Still processing everything."


She nodded, her eyes darting around the room in a way that seemed off for usually carefree Lyra. When she placed her hand on the table near mine, I noticed a folded piece of paper being slid discreetly toward me.


Guarded Conversations and a Path to Power