falling apart behind the bar—knowing she needed to intervene, but not knowing how.
A few of the alphas were up out of their chairs, a low rumble filling the room when the door was flung open again.
Not a stranger this time—but Jocelyn wasn't much happier to see this alpha than the first one. Cade was the sort of hot-headed young alpha who always seemed to be itching for a fight.
"You Sloan?" Cade addressed the stranger from the door, not bothering to keep the contempt out of his voice.
The stranger turned around and sneered, showing off yellow teeth. "Who the fuck wants to know?"
"The alpha who's stealing your goddamn omega," Cade roared before pulling back his fist and knocking the son of a bitch to the floor.
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CADE: The Boundarylands Omegaverse
Cade knew what would happen if he went to Evander's Bar. He would start drinking, keep drinking, and then—probably around the time the sun went down—he'd get into a fight.
It wouldn't be a bad one, probably no more than a few blows exchanged in the parking lot. He'd knock a brother across the jaw, take a couple to the chin himself, and they'd both walk away with bruised knuckles, busted lips, and the primal fire in their bellies back under control.
And that was exactly what Cade needed right about now—a damned good fight, a chance to work out all the excess testosterone pumping through his veins.
He flexed his long, thick fingers before wrapping them back around his steering wheel.
Spring was slowly turning to summer. Nightfall came later, and mornings brought the scent of sun-warmed clover and the promise of long afternoons spent doing the work he loved, the work he missed during the winter month. Fishing was never better, and he had already bagged an elk that would provide meat for months to come. And he was catching up on the improvements to his cabin that he'd put off too long.
Summer days meant waking up with purpose and falling into bed spent, but content.
But today was different. Something was eating at him, something he couldn't quite put his finger on, a strange kind of discontent that made him itchy and restless.
Cade knew that his combative nature hadn't made him the most popular alpha in the Boundarylands, but who fucking cared?
Unlike some of his brothers who had settled into domestic life with omega mates over the last year, Cade still knew what he was—a predatory animal at the top of the chain in every way that mattered.
It was his opinion that alphas ought to get their aggression out before it led to something worse. Hell, Cade believed down to his bones that a few good fistfights a week kept morale high and tensions low. Confining them to neutral territory ensured that no one risked the much more serious threat of trespassing on another alpha's land.
Evander's Bar was the only gathering place for this part of the Pacific Northwest Boundarylands, so it ended up serving all the community's needs. It was where the local alphas picked up supplies and traded with the beta world. It was where they drank, played pool, and shot the shit.
On Friday nights, it was where they could pick up a whore to warm their truck bed for the night, and every other night of the week, it was where you could knock your best friend on his ass then buy him a beer with no hard feelings.
Cade cursed under his breath as he pulled into the bar's parking lot. Judging by the trucks already lined up in front of the door, he wasn't going to get what he was after.
Troy, Aric, Zeke, and Ty—all alphas who never strayed far from their omega mates. Pussy-whipped, Cade thought uncharitably.
He didn't have anything against omegas. What alpha could? A woman who worshipped you, who'd wrap her legs around you every night, who'd bear your pups—everything