Chapter 6- The Wild Hunt

High Queen Mab’s POV

“You wished to see me your Majesty.” Ice, the Elf leader of my Dark Hunt soldiers says, placing one hand over his heart as he bows to me. My eyes drift over his attractive frame, not for the first time wondering if he might make a suitable donor for future strong children.

Letting out a reluctant sigh, I let that thought die like the countless times before and straighten in my seat at the table situated in my room. Ice would father fine warriors indeed, but then the loss of his skills would be a waste when I inevitably had to kill him once our children were born.

Ice’s movement as he rises from his bow draws my attention back to him and the reason I have called him here. With one final perusal of his fine body, I remove thoughts of bedding him from my mind. “We have a need for strong soldiers in the near future.” I tell him.

Ice’s eyes meet mine knowingly as he waits for me to give the command. “Gather your brothers.” I tell him, rising from my seat by the windo