Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1587

Chapter 1587: Chapter 1587

Emma shoved forward, intercepting one with a roar. Their bodies collided and the shadow split apart like fog, only to reform behind her. Grace cried out as another lunged toward Natalie, but Stella tackled it mid-air, sending them both to the ground.

Jude stood slowly, eyes locked on the woman.

"You don’t control it," he said. "You lost it."

She smiled. "No. I became it."

And then she stepped down from the altar.

Straight toward him.

None of the others could move. The shadows held them at bay.

She came close - close enough that he could smell her - earth and smoke and something ancient. Her hand reached for his chest. He didn’t stop her. Her fingers brushed the mark - and gasped.

"You’ve already begun," she whispered.

"I have."

"But you don’t understand what it means ."

Jude grabbed her wrist.

Golden light flared from his skin, engulfing hers.

She screamed.

The shadows shattered.

His wives surged forward.

Zoey slashed through smoke with a blade of light she didn’t remember picking up.

Lucy tackled the nearest figure and kissed it, pouring fire into its mouth.

Rose drove her hand into the earth and pulled up a root glowing with power, whipping it in a circle.

Together, they fought - not with weapons, but with love , with touch, with union. They overwhelmed the shadows, not by destroying them - but by offering .

By becoming .

And when it was done, when the shadows dissolved, and the dark woman had fallen to her knees, Jude stood over her.

She looked up at him, her face now full of something almost human.

Longing.

"You could’ve been mine," she whispered.

He reached down, touching her cheek softly. "I already belong. But not to you."

He turned.

His wives came to him.

And together, hand in hand, they walked back into the forest.

The tree awaited.

And the final transformation had begun.

The forest opened for them, more vibrant than ever, as though the very roots beneath the earth celebrated their return. Branches stretched wider, blossoms unfurled midair, and golden pollen danced in spirals that seemed to recognize each step they took. The air pulsed with warmth, humming softly like a heartbeat wrapped in breath, and the moss beneath their feet shimmered with every contact, reacting to the energy they carried.

Jude felt it now - not just a presence in his chest, not just a warmth in his blood, but a complete integration. The mark on his chest glowed steadily, no longer flaring in pulses but radiating a constant, living light. Around him, his wives moved with equal serenity and purpose, their steps in rhythm with his. The moment with the dark woman had shaken something loose - not just in the island, but in all of them. They had won, but not with violence. They had offered love, unity, and the island had responded.

Stella slipped her fingers between Jude’s, walking beside him in silence. "I felt it," she whispered. "When the shadow touched me, I felt... her sadness."

"She wasn’t whole," Lucy murmured on his other side. "She was what happens when love turns to hunger."

Rose led them, moving like a priestess in ritual, every part of her glowing. "And we didn’t destroy her. We reminded her."

Grace laughed softly, breathless. "Gods, we reminded her."

Zoey flipped a lock of hair over her shoulder and grinned. "We kissed the hell out of a nightmare. How’s that for a strategy?"

They crested a ridge, and there it was again - the great tree, ancient and massive, its limbs stretching into the clouds. But something had changed. Where before it had pulsed gently, now it blazed. The entire canopy shimmered with brilliant gold, pink, and violet hues. The roots beneath it glowed as though lava flowed just beneath the bark. And at its base, where the pedestal once stood empty, a throne had formed.

Jude paused as the others slowly circled the clearing.

The throne wasn’t carved, nor placed - it had grown, formed directly from the roots of the tree, woven together with care and power. It pulsed with that same golden light, and yet, it didn’t feel like a symbol of authority. It felt like a crown offered to a lover. A gift, not a burden.

Rose turned, eyes gleaming. "The island has accepted you."

Sophie tilted her head. "Us."

"No," Rose said softly. "It accepted him . We were always part of it. But now he is too."

Jude swallowed hard, eyes on the throne. "I don’t want to be above you."

"You’re not," Lucy said, stepping close. "You’re with us. Always. But we still need you to sit."

Susan came behind him, her arms wrapping around his waist. "You carry us."

Natalie pressed her forehead to his shoulder. "And we carry you."

One by one, they touched him. Their palms against his chest, his arms, his back. Kisses pressed to skin, to lips, to hair. Not worship - connection.

He stepped forward, bare feet brushing through soft petals, golden pollen rising around him. The closer he came to the throne, the more the forest responded - vines swaying, the air humming louder, light coalescing above the tree.

He sat.

The moment he did, light erupted skyward from the throne - bright, endless, warm. His wives all gasped, some dropping to their knees, others clutching each other as the warmth entered them, passed through them, joined them.

From the sky came something impossible.

A figure of light descended.

Alara.

The first dreamer.

She hovered above the tree, eyes full of starlight, hair braided with galaxies. Her voice spoke, not into the air, but directly into their hearts.

"You have become the breath. The seed. The root and the flower."

Jude stood again, glowing now from head to toe, light pouring from his skin.

"You are no longer mortal," Alara said. "You are not gods either. You are something the world has never seen."

Zoey tilted her head. "Something better?"

Alara smiled. "Something new ."

A hush fell over the clearing. Then, slowly, Alara floated downward and touched the ground.