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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 emotions hit me like a fucking truck.


One minute I was sitting there trying to eat the food Rhys had practically shoved down my throat, the next I was drowning in a tidal wave of—what was this? Hope? Joy? Something so foreign to me I couldn't even name it properly.


"Jax?" Rhys's voice sounded distant, concerned. "What's wrong?"


I shook my head, unable to speak. This wasn't my emotion. This was...


I froze, my fork clattering to the plate. That voice. *Her* voice. Clear as day, inside my head.


"Great. Now I'm officially losing my fucking mind," I muttered.


*You're not crazy. It's me. It's really me.*


I stood up so fast my chair toppled backward. Rhys jumped up too, his hands reaching for me.


But I couldn't focus on him right now. All I could feel was her—Hazel—and something else. Something darker coming from another direction. Self-loathing, shame. Ronan, I realized. His emotions bleeding through whatever this connection was.


The Spark's Whisper: A Connection Forged