Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1475

Chapter 1475: Chapter 1475

Zoey didn’t ask - she claimed him, kissing him hard, her nails dragging down his chest as she impaled herself with a growl. Layla and Natalie kissed behind her, bodies gliding together like waves. Grace licked her way up his spine while Susan suckled his neck, her voice soft as silk. Scarlett, quiet and intense, waited until the very end, until he was trembling - then wrapped herself around him with deadly grace and kissed him like a goddess taking her prize.

It lasted forever and a moment.

When it ended, they all collapsed together, limbs tangled, skin glowing.

Above them, the stars pulsed once.

The trees sang.

And from the heart of the forest came an answering hum - low, slow, vast.

Something had heard them.

Jude blinked against the light and whispered, "What now?"

Rose turned her head and smiled against his shoulder.

"Now," she said, "we lead."

The forest answered them with silence - deep, reverent, and thick with the promise of something more. In the afterglow of their shared ritual, the women lay draped over Jude like warm vines, every inch of their bare bodies slick with sweat and moonlight. The stone beneath them still pulsed faintly, not fading, but resting. Waiting. Jude’s chest rose and fell beneath the weight of Emma’s head, her fingers tracing soft lines along his ribs while her breath warmed his skin. Sophie, beside her, kissed the curve of his jaw and whispered his name - not as a question, but as a song.

Lucy stirred next, stretching like a feline across his thighs, her cheek against his stomach, humming low under her breath. The same tune. The one that had followed them. The one they had become.

"I feel it inside me," she murmured, not opening her eyes. "Still humming."

Grace nestled closer, resting her head on Stella’s shoulder. "Me too. Like it lives there now."

"Not like," Rose corrected softly. She sat up, unhurried, legs folded beneath her, her dark hair cascading in waves over her back. "It does live there. In all of us."

Jude looked at her, searching for something in her expression - some shadow of the Rose he’d once known, something untouched by whatever power had threaded itself through them. But all he found was peace. Deep, consuming, unwavering peace.

"What are we now?" he asked quietly.

Zoey smirked, brushing a damp curl from her brow. "Addicted, apparently."

Natalie rolled onto her back, laughing breathlessly. "Transcendent, maybe."

Rose leaned in, her lips brushing against Jude’s ear. "Whole."

The word echoed inside him like a chime struck far away but getting louder.

Jude sat up slowly, careful not to disturb Lucy as she sighed and curled into his side. He looked around the circle of bodies - his wives, his soulmates, now something more than lovers. A chorus. A collective. Connected not only to him but to each other.

And then something shimmered.

Not just the air - the world.

A soft flicker passed over the clearing like a ripple through time. Jude blinked, and the trees were suddenly different. Not older. Not newer. Other. The moss had turned a silvery-blue, and the stones glowed faintly beneath their feet. The air itself sparkled, barely visible, as though the atmosphere had taken on memory.

Emma sat up too, eyes wide. "Did you see that?"

Everyone had. No one spoke.

Then the wind returned - not the breeze, not the island’s breath, but something deeper. It moved through them like a hand. A whisper. A presence.

Rose turned toward the direction it came from - the north ridge, near the ancient tree.

"They’re calling."

Jude stood, the rest following like water poured into a mold, each step instinct. None of them reached for clothes. Shame was a concept they’d left behind. The forest would not judge them. It had already accepted them.

As they moved, the trees bent slightly, as if clearing a path.

When they reached the ridge, the tree had changed. It stood taller than before, its roots pulsing with violet light. The same symbols that had appeared on their skin were now etched into its bark. At its base, the ground had split open into a wide, spiraling staircase of polished stone.

Lucy stepped to the edge. "It wasn’t here before."

"It was," Sophie said. "We just couldn’t see it."

Jude felt the pull before he moved. A gentle tug, not of force but desire. His hand found Rose’s. "Are we meant to go down?"

"We’re already beneath," she said. "This is how we go through."

One by one, they began the descent, the stone warm beneath their bare feet. The spiral led down into darkness, but no one stumbled. No one hesitated. The walls themselves glowed faintly, lit by the same symbols that now felt like part of their own skin.

They descended in silence, save for the soft sound of breathing and the occasional moan that escaped when someone brushed against another too closely. There was no shame in that either. They were desire incarnate now, flesh and love and magic bound together in an endless spiral.

When they reached the bottom, they found a vast chamber - a dome-shaped space lit entirely from within. The walls were made of roots, but the roots shimmered like glass and throbbed like veins. In the center stood a raised dais, and on it, a throne.

The throne was not empty.

It pulsed.

Alive.

Not a person. Not yet. But potential.

Rose stepped forward and turned to face the others. "This is where it chooses."

"Chooses what?" Jude asked.

"Not what," she said. " Who. "

The others circled around the throne, and the air thickened with energy. Jude’s skin prickled. The roots overhead rustled like leaves in a breeze no one could feel.

"Someone has to take it in," Rose said. "To bind the bond. To finish the song."

He felt all eyes turn to him.

But Sophie stepped forward instead.

"I’ll do it."

Emma reached for her. "Are you sure?"

Sophie nodded. "I’ve resisted the longest. Maybe... maybe that means I’m strong enough to handle what comes next."