A/N: Hello my beautiful cupcakes :D Recently, there’s been nothing but angst in Baked Love, and you know, angsty cupcakes don’t taste nice :3 So I planned a surprise for you guys—and that is the continuation of the Valentine’s Special where Chip is a half-human, half-bunny and Xander is the same, just that he’s a wolf. Enjoy!

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Baked Love Valentine’s Special Continuation: Not Alone.

The wolf-shifter was taken aback by the mixed feelings he felt for his prey. Although he was supposed to bring him back to the pack and share—just like every other time—he felt like he wanted the bunny for himself. More importantly—he didn’t feel like eating him at all.

The wolf-shifter thought he felt something stir in him as he took in the sweet, addictive scent of his prey. His eyes wandered to the soft baby pink lips, and he snapped out of his trance immediately.

For a moment, his thoughts crossed the fact that he was feeling a sort of longing for this tiny animal.

Lust.

He caught himself.

Nope. Definitely not.

It’s just hunger.

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Continued—

Xander managed to sneak in without being noticed, as he brought the sleeping bunny in his arms to his private cave.

He cleaned Chip in a matter of minutes and soon, the bunny-shifter woke up in half-lidded eyes.

“W-Where…am…I?”

The wolf smirked. “You’re in my cave. It’s not easy to sneak a sweet-smelling bunny like you into the lair y’know. Give me some credit?” He teased.

Chip blushed, suddenly aware of the thin sheets that were covering his naked body. “Th-Thank you.”

And just then, as if on cue, the bunny’s stomach growled.

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“Uwaa—“ The embarrassed boy clutched his tummy while hiding his flushed face.

 The wolf only smirked, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

“Looks like I have some hunting to do.”

“U-Um! I…I don’t eat meat…” Chip fiddled with his fingers in a sheepish manner.

“Oh…I forgot. You eat those…green crap right? What’s it called again?” Xander wriggled his nose in disgust at the thought of greens.

Chip’s lips parted in indignant shock. “I-It’s called vegetables! And th-they are really yummy!”

 “Whatever,” The wolf-shifter’s gaze roamed the fragile figure, “I think you’ll taste a whole lot better.” A cocky smirk formed on his arrogant features, and the bunny recoiled into the blanket.

“Y-You said you wouldn’t eat me...”

Xander laughed wolfishly. “Wolves don’t keep their promises, cutie” He proceeded to the entrance of the cave, “So never trust a wolf.”

Chip gulped, somewhat more afraid than before as he watched the muscled back fade from sight.

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“I’m back. I couldn’t find carrots or anything so—“ The wolf paused as he took in what the bunny was doing.

Chip stood on his tiptoes, dusting the top of Xander’s wardrobe, arms stretched high above his head—a shirt he borrowed slipping way too high for the wolf’s imagination.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I-I’m sorry!” The human with the ears and tail of a bunny whipped around quickly, holding the duster behind his back guiltily as he looked at his feet. “I…I was just cleaning…”

The wolf narrowed his eyes just a little. “Why would you do that? You’re not trying to steal are you?” He dropped a bag of vegetables on the counter, stalking closer to his prey.

“I—no! O-of course not…I just…saw that there were clothes lying around and…I-I’m not saying your lair is messy—U-um, I just—“

Xander glanced around his cave, and indeed, found a stark difference between his departure and arrival.

The bed was nicely made, the fur rugs arranged in a tidy manner, the floors were void of stray clothing—and instead were folded neatly into a pile on the sofa.

Chip was still standing shyly to a side, shuffling his feet nervously as his bunny ears twitched in discomfort. Xander caught the guilty, embarrassed expression on his prey’s face, and something stirred in him.

“Thanks. I guess,” The wolf shrugged, hardened face softening just a little. He proceeded to pass the bag of vegetables to the bunny.

“Lettuce. And some cherries. That’s all I got.”

Chip’s face lit up, and he raised his gaze to give his companion the brightest smile he could manage. “Thank you so much!”

Xander wondered how someone could be so happy over a small bag of greens—the thought of the stalks and leaves made him feel like puking—or rather, how this small creature’s smile resembled an Angel’s. Beautiful, captivating, almost soothing.

Were all smiles like that? He wondered.

Turning to the mirror beside his bed, Xander forced his lips into an upward stretch.

Nope. Definitely not.

He turned back to the adorable figure seated cross-legged on the sofa, nibbling on his lettuce.

Then why is his smile so magical?

He couldn’t understand.

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The wolf found that his prey was surprisingly obedient. Not only did he not complain about being captured in a dark, cold cave, the bunny-shifter seemed to busy himself with cleaning his house.

It was evident to Xander that apparently, his captive was rather attractive, and knew how to please people easily.

He eyed the soft, milky skin on Chips’ exposed thighs—wondering how sweet they would taste. The bunny padded around the cave, dusting, sweeping, folding, rubbing.

Xander caught himself thinking how great it would be if there was someone to do that for him every day.

“Hey, come over here,” The dominant said in a naturally authoritative manner.

Chip dropped the furs instantly, scrambling over to his captor. “Y-Yes?”

Pointing at his broad shoulders, Xander turned to his prey. “Massage.”

The bunny’s head tilted to the right, long ears flopping over in an adorable manner. “M-Me?”

“Yes you,” Xander stated impatiently. (A/N Wolves have no patience D: )

Chip tottered over to the other side of the bed, climbing on with much difficulty. He settled just behind Xander’s back, placing his small hands on the latter’s skin.

“Here?”

“Lower.”

“U-Um…here?”

“Yeah.”

The bunny began kneading into the muscled back as hard as he could.

“You’re so weak. Do you even eat?”

“I-I do! I ate vegetables and I’m strong and healthy!” He replied indignantly.

Xander realized that it was very hard for him to raise his temper around this person, even when the bunny was angry.

He just found him too cute.

“Alright that’s enough,” The wolf stated lazily, proceeding to lean back on the furs of the bed. Without warning, he snaked an arm over his prey’s waist, effortlessly guiding him to his chest.

“E-Ehh? Wai—mmph!” Chip landed on Xander’s warm chest. He could feel the other laugh in a wolfish manner.

“Let’s sleep.”

“B-But I haven’t finished cleaning…” The bunny protested, trying with all his might to escape the wolf’s embrace.

“Just let me hug you—“

“I-I don’t wanna! You’ll eat me—“

“No I won’t!”

“Y-Yes you will!”

“Just stay here already!” Xander made a sound of annoyance, pulling the bunny into a crushing embrace and pinning him onto the bed. “Go to sleep.”

“But it’s morning…”

“I sleep in the morning.”

“E-Ehh? But I sleep at night!”

“Too bad. I’m active at night,” The dominant’s voice was a husky low beside his prey’s ear, as he licked the edge teasingly.

The bunny couldn’t help but tremble, whimpering slightly.

“Just…don’t eat me…”

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When the bunny woke up, he realized that something was missing.

The bed was cold. It was cold and lonely.

He shifted under the thin covers, rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the darkness.

“M-Mr. Wolf…?”

His small voice echoed softly in the cave.

Oh—

So that’s what was missing.  

His warmth.

The cave was colder than usual—

Perhaps it was nightfall?

Chip lowered himself from the bed tentatively, bare feet touching the icy floor.

He tottered across the room, tiptoeing to peek through a crack in the wall.

The bunny could see the dark, looming trees, towering in the dark night. The moon cast its gentle veil of light across the forest, illuminating nature with a soft glow.

Chip turned back to the empty cave before him, realizing that it was rather huge.

It was cold and dark, and he was alone.

The captive wondered whether wolves liked to be alone.

Or rather, whether this particular wolf, Xander, was this lonely every day.

All by himself, in this huge cave.

All…by himself.

But he didn’t know.

All he knew was that bunnies did not like to be alone.

Perhaps it was because Chip was afraid of the dark.

Perhaps it was because Chip was afraid of the cold.

And perhaps, it was because bunnies could die from loneliness.

Or maybe—it was simply because no one, really, likes to be alone.

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The wolf came back, smelling of the forest, and he saw his captive, hunched over at the couch—curled into a ball.

His ears were flattened over his head—as if afraid.

When Xander made a movement towards the bunny, the latter’s head snapped up, and Xander swore he saw the little prey’s eyes light up with such innocent expectation.

“Mr. Wolf! Y-You’re back!” Chip’s ears lifted, and he straightened from his defensive position.

“Where did you go? What’s that…”

The bunny inched closer—and he realized that the wolf didn’t exactly smell of the forest anymore.

He smelled of fresh blood.

Chip recoiled at this, gaze flickering between the wolf’s expressionless face and the blood on his chest.

“I was…I-I was just waiting…for you to come back…” The wolf’s prey whimpered softly, backing up as his ears flattened once again.

Xander wondered whether this was fate—whether, perhaps, this was where they belonged in the end—

As Predator and Prey.

His eyes lowered, and all that Chip could see were eyes that were so, so sad.

So sad, and so lonely.

The bunny felt a strange clench in his chest—

And then before he knew it, he was stupidly, foolishly, and perhaps bravely, reaching his tiny hand out to touch his predator’s cheek.

Chip vaguely remembered his sister telling him something about the most stupid, foolish, silly thing in the world.

He forgot what it was—but at that point of time, he did feel like the most stupid, foolish person in the forest.

Xander’s eyes widened at the touch, and he jerked back—almost as if burnt.

What was this bunny thinking?

What was he doing?

Why was he so stupid?  

Why was he so brave?

“I-Is it…lonely here?” His prey asked quietly, raising his gaze.

Lonely?

No.

No it’s not lonely.

No…it’s not lonely.

I’m not lonely.

I’m just…

Alone.

The predator couldn’t believe it—it wasn’t another wolf, it wasn’t a human, but it just had to be a pathetic...little…bunny.

A pathetic little bunny who managed to make him crumble.

A pathetic little bunny who could see his weakness.

A pathetic little bunny who saw through him.

“If…I-If it’s lonely here, you know, I can always stay here and…clean y-your cave for you…” Chip piped up gently, searching Xander’s eyes for any sign.

“And if it’s not lonely here?” The predator managed, his words coming out in a rather throaty whisper.

The bunny looked startled by the question.

He shuffled his feet and fiddled with his fingers behind his back.

“U-Um…well…i-if it’s not lonely here…I…I will stay here too!” Chip’s voice rose to an exclamation near the end of his sentence as his eyes squeezed shut in distress.

The wolf was speechless.

“Then I’m going to eat you. Is that okay?”

The prey glanced up, frightened.

Xander could hear his heart fluttering—like the weak wings of a butterfly ready to be crushed and torn.

“B-But…you promised…” He mewled weakly.

“Wolves don’t keep their promises.”

The bunny’s face wore an expression of disbelief as his lips parted in shock, eyes widening due to the same reason.

There was a long period of silence—neither shifter knowing the time that had passed.

“It’s…It’s okay then,” The prey’s head was lowered, as he whispered, “It’s okay…if you eat me.”

Again, the wolf did not expect this—and yet again, he was rendered speechless. 

“A-As long…as you’re not lonely.”

The more he tested this foolish bunny, the sillier his answers got.

Such stupid answers.

It’s as if he’s letting his heart do the thinking.

What am I to do with him?

Chip’s small frame was trembling, and so were his long, droopy ears.

The wolf took a step towards him.

His hands morphed into something that didn’t look human.

He raised them, thinking how delicious his flesh would taste, how wonderful his screams would be, how sweet his pleas would be.

His prey’s eyes scrunched shut on instinct as he brought his arms up in a weak defensive position that would do nothing to the sharp claws of his predator.

The wolf raised his arms to dig into the flesh—

And then Xander thought of how he could never see those eyes again. Those beautiful eyes.

He thought of how he would never hear the sweet voice—every stammer, every stutter, every foolish, stupid word.

How he would never see the milky, soft skin ever again. 

He would never hear the gentle beating of the bunny’s heart again.

And never see that magical smile—ever again.

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He couldn’t do it.

There was no way he could.

His arms dropped to his side weakly. And without warning, Xander collapsed onto Chip, encasing the small frame in his arms, pulling him into his chest.

Oh, Chip thought, it’s not so cold anymore. So all he could do was to cling onto the back of the wolf’s shirt.

Cling desperately.

And the pair stayed like that—in the dark for as long as they knew.

Then, perhaps the darn wolf couldn’t resist his urges any longer, he took his prey to bed.

Though neither knew what the warm, fuzzy feeling in their chests was, here’s a hint—

There’s no need to say what happened next because, of course, Xander and Chip went to the bed—where they did what people do when they’re in love.

And everybody knows what that is.

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A/N: I know—bunnies and wolves can’t do it. But…one can imagine ;__;

It might not have been entirely fluffy but I tried :3

Okay, so for some comic relief—I’m going to reveal what happened to Vicky after Kim, Jack, Xander and his friends left Vicky in the sand.

Enjoy! ^0^

P.S It’s in Vicky’s POV omg I had so much fun writing this honestly I felt literally MENTAL.

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Icky Vicky #1

I can’t help it that I’m popular. (A/N: Nickalaws :3)

I guess people just like my face.

Some are just blind—honestly. Like that hot guy Xander, and that scrawny little caterpillar that has a stupid name.

Well I was being popular one day—I mean, everyone invites me to parties—when some hot guys asked me to do this sand bath thingy.

I thought it was plausible, so I’d give it a try.

After all, I did hear about sand baths.

So I got into the hole and the hotties got a good look at my bod (OhmyGod it was for free. Do they even know how lucky they are) and everything was perf.

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I relaxed in the hole for a couple or hours, taking a nap, and when I woke up, the sun was setting.

“Hey~I’m done, you can pull out now~” I said, whipping my head around.

When I realized that no one was there, I panicked a little.

Like—where did everyone go? They can’t just leave a naked sex icon out here—I’d be raped!

.

“Hello? Hey! Anyone there? Hellooooo?? Servants?? You can’t just leave a naked sex icon out here!” I called out to no one in particular.

Clicking my tongue, I flipped my gorgeous hair with an elegant flick of my head, and turned to look for my strappy bikini.

It was right there, several meters away from the hole.

I wriggled my arms, trying to free them from the hardened sand.

No! My beautiful arms can’t move!

My gaze turned back to my bikini.

It’s so close! If only I could move my arms…

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“Hello, is something the matter? I heard you—“ My head spun beautifully to meet the gaze of a nerd with the biggest pair of black geek glasses perched on his puny nose. 

OhmyGod he is so ugly.

“Ew! Get AWAY from me! HELP I’M GOING TO GET RAPED!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs—no way is this dude going to touch this hot bod.

“H-Hold on a moment Miss, I was just trying to—“ The guy defended stupidly, coming closer.

“EW STOP DON’T COME HERE! YUCK! DON’T TOUCH ME EW GO AWAY! HELP! OHMYGOD RAPE!” I shrieked glamorously, mesmerizing voice echoing on the beach.

“O-Okay! I’ll go, I’ll go…”

The creepy dude backed off, looking at me weirdly. Oh God he’s practically eye-raping me!

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The sun was going down really fast, and before I knew it, the sky was red with darkness closing in.

And I still couldn’t move my limbs!

My gorgeous face was burning real bad and I didn’t know why.

Ugh, where is my useless brother in times like this? I can’t even believe he’s my twin! He’s so ugly.

I tossed my head around, wriggling in the sand while trying to free my arms.

How did they even manage to pack it so tightly? They must have really put a lot of effort in making me look prettier than I already am.

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My seductive eyes lit up.

It’s a group of guys!

HOT ones.

Clearing my throat, I let out my most alluring moans. “Oh! Ah—Help~Oh! It’s burning!”

(A/N: This…I can’t believe I’m writing something so stupidly weird. Please let me know if this serves as amusement XD)

“Did you hear that?” I heard a voice say.

It’s working!

“Oh—Over here~oh it’s so hot—“ I moaned seductively.

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“What was that?”

“…a chicken?”

“Dude, that was a duck.”

“Huh?? Ducks live on beaches?”

“Chickens don’t live on beaches either.”

“…So that was a duck.”

“Must be. I heard quacks.”

W-What?? Ducks? Hello?? My seductive voice??

“Hello~? Hi! Over here~~” I called, flipping my golden locks for attention.

“Oh, it sounds like its coming from there—“

“Let’s go check it out.”

It’s working!

“Excuse me gentlemen, I’m stuck here, naked, in this hot sand…could you please relieve me?” I put on my amazing puppy eyes that would melt any heart.

The group stared at my gorgeous head popping out of the sand.

“…Did she just quack?”

“I think so.”

“Wow. She did it really well.”

My mouth dropped in shock.

Augh! How dare they question my seductive voice??

“Augh, excuse me,” I shook my head in shock and disbelief. These guys obviously do not know who they are talking to—“can’t you see that a lady here needs help?”

One of the young men shrugged. “Guess we should just leave her here. She seems to be having a good time.”

The rest looked at me weirdly and then nodded their heads, and I swear there was this smile on their faces that irked me so much!

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“What?? What—hey you can’t just leave me like this! Hello? Oi!” I shrieked furiously, twisting my head to watch the group of idiots walk away as if they didn’t just see a hot girl stuck in the sand.

OhmyGod, why is it so wet all of a sudden? My body feels moist all over.

OHMYGOD is the tide rising???

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD.

“HELP! SOMEONE! HELP ME!!”

I screamed and shouted, twisting and wriggling my body furiously in the sand—but the wet sand made it so heavy, and now I felt really trapped.

CURSE THOSE IDIOTS. CURSE THAT MOTHER F***ING GUY WITH AN AUTISTIC SISTER. CURSE THAT SLUT WH*RE UGLY GAY NERD WHO ACTS LIKE AN ANGEL. CURSE THOSE—

Just as I was about to scream out every single one of their ugly names, a familiar voice sounded to my right.

“What? You’re still here?”

WHAT? WHO WAS THIS IDIOT GUY WHO SAYS THAT SO CALMLY? CAN’T YOU SEE—

It was the guy with the huge spectacles from earlier.

“Come on, I’ll help you. The tide is rising,” He sighed, looking as unwilling as hell. He stepped towards my bikini a few meters away and picked it up as if it was some sort of slimy fish.

“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH ME YOU PERVERT! JUST. LAY. IT THERE. AND FREE MY ARMS,” I seethed.

“…Fine, I got it, stop screaming in my ears…” The idiot clicked his tongue at me! OhmyGod. OhmyGod.

“I’ll free your arms from behind. Don’t worry about me looking at your breasts or anything,” He said monotonously.

WHAT? DO YOU REALLY EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE YOU?

My bod is hot beyond measure—there’s no way you can resist it, you idiot!

I felt the guy dig the sand behind my back and after a minute or two I could finallymove my elbows. I wriggled the rest of my arms out, grabbing my bikini immediately and stringing it up as fast as I could so that this nerd wouldn’t get a free show.

“You can go now. I can handle the rest,” I flicked hand, making a movement to tell him to just go away.

The idiot frowned.

And then he laughed and shook his head.

“You’re such a nice person,” He complimented.

I rolled my eyes. “I know. I am.”

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A/N: OMG I don’t even know whether it’s funny guys ;__; I hope you liked it or at least felt satisfied that Vicky was having a hard time X’D I can’t make her die. I’m sorry ;__; I’m too nice of a cupcake. Lol jkjk.

This marks my 500k reads.

I still remember when I used to write my achievements at the start of the A/N’s, stating my reads and votes, and followers and all that… and all of you who are reading this now see how crazy it is—suddenly she’s saying 6k, and then 12k, and then she keeps saying it doubles—and now…?

I’ve not really been thinking about my reads and followers and votes anymore—

Perhaps it’s because the only thing on my mind is you guys. It’s crazy how all of you are always on my mind. I don’t even think there’s space in my heart any more.

Every single one of you make me so happy.

There was this wonderful person, onemixorfive, with a really, really heartfelt comment that I wanna share with you guys.

‘I love this story so much. I really do. It’s my favorite story I’m reading on Wattpad. But I don’t only love this because of the story. I also love it because of the readers. We all talk to each other, freak out with each other, cry with each other, laugh with each other. We do all of this together. Probably almost half of the comments on here get at least one reply. You guys all kind of feel like my friends, even though I’ve never talked to the majority of you. Everyone here is so nice and supportive. And I love the little tradition we have of naming the dots. All of the dots get a name and lots of love. So I’m happy to be able to share with you guys why I love this family so much.’

I want you guys to know that I really treasure every single one of you Bakers. (Hehe, yes Bakers of Baked Love. It’s not me who's doing the baking—it’s you, the reader, who bakes, who creates, who makes me—Cupcake)

And once again, all that I can ever muster is—

Thank you.

Next week’s chapter will go back to the plot :)

-Cuppiecake.