~Damon~
Oh, goodness gracious. My baby had been getting upset for no good reason ever since we boarded, and this was just another spark to the fire. I knew it was the pregnancy hormones – I had read enough, heard enough to understand they turned her temper into something with a hair-trigger.
But this wasn’t just hormones. This was Lyra. My kitten was naturally like this, fierce and territorial, and when you added pregnancy hormones into the mix… well, it was like giving a wildfire gasoline.
She was standing there, chest heaving, glaring down the poor flight attendant like she was deciding whether to scratch her eyes out. I leaned back, letting my hand slide lazily along the armrest, watching her with equal parts amusement and caution.
The truth was, I found it maddeningly attractive — the way she defended me like I belonged entirely to her – but I also knew if I didn’t step in, the scene would turn ugly fast.
“Kitten, calm down,” I said, my voice low and steady, the kind of tone I used when I wanted her to unclench that little fist of hers and remember I was in control. “She was not doing anything.”
Her head whipped toward me like I had just betrayed her. “Don’t tell me to calm down, Damon,” she shot back instantly.
Her eyes were blazing, her whole body tight with that determined energy that told me she wasn’t about to back down. “Let me handle this myself. You are not a lady, you do not know what I saw.”
She jabbed her finger toward the attendant, who was now looking between us like she was regretting every career choice that had led her onto this plane.
“She leaned over you on purpose. She pushed her breasts together like she was serving them on a silver platter. She winked at you, Damon. WINKED. You think I imagined that? No. I know exactly what I saw, and I am not letting her get away with it.”
I had to bite back a smile because even in the middle of her fury, she was so damn beautiful it hurt.
But I also knew if I let her run wild right now, she’d probably have the woman hiding in the bathroom until we landed. And while part of me enjoyed the idea of my little Luna terrifying anyone who so much as looked at me wrong, another part knew I had to keep her from burning the plane down.
She wasn’t even close to being done. If anything, that first outburst was just her warm-up.
Lyra turned back to the attendant like she was squaring off for a fight she had been waiting her whole life for.
“You think you’re slick, don’t you? I saw exactly what you did. Don’t you dare stand there with that fake little smile and pretend you were just doing your job. I saw the way you leaned over him. I saw the way you deliberately put your hands right there, pressing your boobs together like you were trying to serve them alongside the food. That wasn’t an accident. That was planned. You wanted him to notice you.”

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