Rancher Bear: BBW Bear Shifter Romance (Bear Haven Book 2) by Terry Bolryder

commotion between the men, some arguing they should go outside, others who were too spooked to do so, and one or two who were too discombobulated to care either way.
    “Is there a problem here?” a voice said from behind the men who were peering over the table and out the window and arguing amongst themselves.
    Bonnie looked up and saw Jesse, towering and furious, looking down at the men in and around the booth. All of a sudden, she knew he'd been the one at the window. But how had he come into the restaurant so quick and noiselessly? 
    The men turned around and looked up, stunned. Someone muttered something about where Johnny had gone.
    “Oh, your friend? He’s in the trash where he belongs,” Jesse said, folding his arms.
    “Wait, isn’t that one of the McAllisters?” one man whispered to another.
    “You better back off if you know what’s good for you,” Vern said, standing but looking not at all intimidating next to the 6’6” bear of a man.
    “I think you have something of mine, and I’ve been nice long enough. Now I want it back,” he said, nodding to Bonnie in the far corner of the booth. 
    Bonnie could feel her cheeks burning with anger at the insinuation that she belonged to anyone, let alone this presumptuous hick. 
    And she could have handled this herself. At least she was pretty sure she could.
    Vern spoke up. “This one’s ours. She said she don’t belong to anyone else, and we mean to—”
    The ranch hand was interrupted by a swift uppercut to the jaw that sent him reeling to the side. Just the sound of it sent a chill up Bonnie’s spine. The speed and the strength with which it was delivered was staggering.
    “My mate doesn’t belong to anyone,” Jesse said, glowering. “Except me.”
    In that moment, all hell broke loose in the bar. Jesse became a whirlwind of punches as the ranchers from Wyatt’s place tried to pile on to him.
    He knocked one man off his feet with a hook to his cheek, then knocked the wind out of another with a hit to the gut. Another man grabbed a stool and made to swing it at Jesse’s head, but he spun around and stopped the chair mid-swing, then kicked the man with one long leg that sent him careening backward and overturning a table.
    From their stools and booths around the bar, other men from the Wyatt ranch joined in, seeing their buddies and coworkers embroiled in a one-man brawl.
    Some rushed at Jesse with anger, only to be knocked back or thrown headlong into old wooden furniture that splintered and shattered with aplomb. Others (the drunker ones) let out hoots and yells, sounding like they were having the time of their lives, despite the answering strikes from Jesse that swiftly silenced their raucousness.
    Despite being outnumbered, it was clear Jesse was on the warpath because he was protecting her. By all other means, Jesse was the calmest and most mild-mannered of the three McAllister brothers (except in instances when Mav needed the only form of communication that he could listen to—a punch to the face).
    Bonnie didn’t know if she should be flattered or furious at the whole display. 
    She had to admit the sight of her mate fighting for her was a little hot. But she still felt ambivalent about the whole situation.
    Two men came at Jesse, one from each side, and he just grabbed them both and hoisted them up by their collars, his huge muscled arms fully extended and gloriously ripped from the exertion, tan skin showing under his torn denim shirt.
    For a split second, it made her think of being in bed with him, but then she was suddenly reminded of why she was angry with him.
    “If you ever try to lay a hand on my mate again, I’ll kill you,” Jesse said to the two men flailing in his grip, suspended midair by sheer supernatural strength.
    As if they were two sacks of potatoes, or two bales of hay, Jesse tossed the men toward the door. They rolled across the floor, then scrambled to stand and bolted outside, lucky to have escaped a fate more