Bound By Wolves (Impregnated By The Wolves Part 1)
 
BOUND BY WOLVES:
Impregnated By The Wolves Part 1
     
     
    By
    Bree Bellucci
     
     
     
    SMASHWORDS EDITION
     
     
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    PUBLISHED BY:
    Bree Bellucci on Smashwords
     
     
    Bound By Wolves: Impregnated By The Wolves
Part 1
    Copyright © 2012 by Bree Bellucci
     
     
    This book is a work of fiction and any
resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or
locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of
the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
     
     
    Adult Reading Material
    The material in this document contains
explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only
and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.
     
     
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    BOUND BY WOLVES:
    Impregnated By The Wolves Part 1
     
     
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    It was only the beginning of their four day,
500-mile mountain climbing trip and Rachel was already so excited
she could almost burst. A trip with some of her best girl friends
was just what she needed to take her mind off her endless dating
troubles. No men, and especially no boys, allowed. She wanted to
make the rule that they couldn’t even talk about guys or
relationships at all during the trip, but she knew that was too
hard to accomplish. They were still females, after all.
    Rachel’s last relationship had ended recently
and it was all she could do to try and stop thinking about it. She
was swearing off all men for the time being, she couldn't handle
any more disappointment for a while.
    This wasn’t just any girl's trip. Rachel and
her friends weren’t like other women they knew. They didn’t go
shopping or go to spas and get manicures. They didn't go on
vacations to beaches to lay dormant on the sand, watching hairless
men in Speedos, getting pointless tans around the rims of their
expensive sunglasses. They were adventurers. They wanted to run,
jump, sweat and feel the heat of the sun. They loved the satisfying
burn that emanated from deep within their stressed muscle fibers.
They wanted to get lost and to get dirty, and go to sleep hearing
the rustle of the leaves outside instead of the rush of traffic.
Most of all they needed a challenge.
    Burning energy surrounded by her best friends
in the world, was the greatest thing she could think of to distract
her from what was shaping up to be a very dry spell in her love
life. She was getting older, and she was starting to feel the
anxious ticking of her biological clock. She wanted to have kids
one day, to give birth, to experience the full cycle of natural
life and reproduction, but she didn’t want to copulate with just
anyone. The sterile and upstanding men she dated in the city were
all too clean-cut, too vanilla, and too weak.
    These men didn’t deserve for her to carry on
their seed. Rachel didn’t want to slow the pace of her life for
some man-child whose greatest ambition is to sit on the couch and
watch other people play sports.
    Rachel’s friends Michele, Emily, and Katie
weren’t quite as adept at rock climbing as Rachel was, but they did
have one thing in common - they were all single. And they were all
tired of the same bullshit.
    The cabin they rented far up in the reaches
of Sequoia National Park was not some fancy chalet or cushy
get-away house. There was no electricity and barely any running
water. The only mini-bar was the one they brought themselves, and
the beds were more like cots, with scratchy warm blankets and
pillows that felt almost like they were stuffed with straw. If they
were going to be in the forest, they were going to do it right. No
television, no men and no crying.
    They made a hearty meal of tough bread,
sausages and soup, and each of them poured at least an inch of
whiskey into the metal canteens they had brought along. The next
morning they would start their grueling climb to the top of the
first cliff, but tonight they were going to start off by having a
little fun.
    The sun was beginning to set behind the
trees. The girls lit candles and

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