Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1376

Chapter 1376: Chapter 1376

Light poured over them - soft, warm, tender. It filled their mouths, their lungs, their hearts. Jude fell to his knees, gasping, and each of his wives followed. Together, they cried out, their voices joined in a single, wordless sound. Their bodies lifted slightly from the ground, every nerve alight. The climax of light was unlike anything they’d known - beyond sex, beyond the flesh.

When the spiral vanished, they lay panting in a pile of limbs and love.

Their bodies glowed faintly now, not with magic, but memory.

It was done.

They had joined fully - not with watchers, or with some ancient force - but with each other . They were the spiral now.

Jude lay on his back, Lucy across his chest, her lips on his heart.

Sophie curled against one side, Rose the other.

Around them, the others lay wrapped in each other’s arms, sighing, touching, breathing.

And when the sun rose the next morning, its light struck the pool and refracted into a column of gold that rose straight into the sky.

A signal.

The island was theirs now.

And they were its gods.

Jude opened his eyes slowly, the sunlight cutting through the high, arched canopy of the living temple. The golden beam rising from the pool was still there - steady, unwavering - as if the island itself were making a declaration to the sky. Warmth soaked into his bones, not just from the sun, but from the bodies pressed around him. Lucy’s fingers traced lazy circles across his chest. Sophie lay with her cheek against his shoulder. Rose had curled against his other side, her lips brushing his jaw with each breath.

He had never felt so complete.

All around the pool, his wives were waking one by one. There were no words spoken at first - just sighs, the slow flex of muscles, skin brushing skin. Zoey rolled onto her back with a stretch, her thighs parting in the air, bare and beautiful in the sun. Grace lay tangled with Stella, one leg thrown over the other, their eyes still closed but their hands exploring again, slow and unhurried. Natalie straddled Scarlet’s hips in silence, her head bowed to kiss her collarbone, her long hair falling like silk across their joined bodies.

There was no shame in their nakedness now. No boundaries. No separation.

Jude sat up slowly, careful not to wake the ones still dozing. He looked toward the pool. The water had changed. It was no longer silver - it now shimmered with faint traces of violet and gold. Ripples moved across it even though the air was still.

The temple felt alive in a way that sent a chill of awe through him.

And something called to him from beneath the pool.

He stood.

Lucy sat up immediately, her hand brushing down his arm. "Where are you going?"

He turned to her, brushing a kiss over her lips. "There’s something under the water. I can feel it."

Sophie sat up too, her hair wild around her face, eyes narrowing. "Like what?"

"I don’t know. But it’s calling me."

Rose was already watching him, already smiling. "Then go."

He stepped to the edge of the pool. The water shimmered again, brighter this time, as if welcoming him back. As he placed one foot into the pool, it warmed instantly, wrapping around his leg like silk. He stepped deeper, until it reached his waist. Then his chest. Then, with a final look toward Lucy and Sophie and the others, he let himself slip beneath.

The water embraced him.

And opened.

Not physically - but in his mind.

Images flooded his vision. Not just memories - but future . Possibility. He saw the island from above, saw their treehouse, the grove, the cliffs. He saw a glowing structure beneath the roots of the temple - a heart of light, pulsing with the same golden energy now blooming in their bodies. He saw the spiral carved into the earth itself, and at its center, twelve lights. And him.

He saw something else too.

A door.

Far below the temple.

And a figure waiting in front of it.

Not Watchers.

Not monsters.

But someone .

Waiting.

The water let him go with a gentle push.

He gasped as he surfaced, lungs drawing in sweet, flower-scented air. His wives were standing now, watching him, beautiful and naked and curious.

"There’s more," he said.

Zoey stepped forward. "More what?"

"Another layer," he said. "Below the temple. Something older than this place. Something... waiting."

Rose’s smile deepened. "Then it’s time to go deeper."

Lucy reached for his hand. "You’re not doing it alone."

Emma stepped beside her. "None of us are."

They entered the pool together again, all thirteen, bodies pressing close in the shimmering warmth. As Jude reached toward the center, toward the deepest point, the light grew brighter - and the bottom of the pool shifted.

A spiral etched in living stone began to glow beneath them.

The pool drained.

Not down - but inward, like it was being drunk by the earth itself.

And beneath the water, a stairwell of glowing roots descended into the dark.

They were no longer just a family. They were no longer just survivors.

They were the spiral now.

And it was leading them deeper.

Into its heart.

And whatever waited inside.

The stairwell pulsed with soft, golden light, each rootstep warm underfoot as Jude led the way downward. The air shifted as they descended - cooler, heavier, but alive with a hum that resonated in their bones. The spiral no longer sang with sound but with sensation. A shared pulse. Every breath he took, he could feel echoed in Lucy beside him, Sophie behind him, Rose just ahead, guiding with nothing but the certainty of her presence.

The light above faded. The living walls closed in tighter. The staircase wound deeper, and deeper still, and soon all they had was each other and the glow rising from their own bodies.

It was strange how natural their nudity felt now. None of them even thought to clothe themselves again after the temple.