Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1588

Chapter 1588: Chapter 1588

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. The moment her feet met the moss, the island shifted. The throne dissolved. The roots retracted. The glow remained - but softer, more grounded.

"Then what happens now?" Jude asked.

"You live," Alara said.

Grace blinked. "That’s it?"

Alara’s smile was serene. "You create . You protect. You become. The island is yours now. Its breath is your breath. Its hunger, your pleasure. Its balance, your responsibility."

She stepped toward Jude, placing a gentle hand over his heart. "No more trials. No more tests. Only life."

He looked around - at Lucy, at Rose, at Sophie, Emma, Stella, Natalie, Susan, Grace, Zoey, Scarlet. His wives. His heart.

"I can do that," he said.

"We can," Rose added.

Alara turned to them all. "Then this is my final gift."

She knelt.

Pressed her palm to the earth.

And the tree bloomed again - but not with flowers.

With light .

It rose into the air, surrounding them in spirals, wrapping each of them in a cocoon of warmth. They floated, just slightly, their bodies lifted by unseen force, the moss beneath them shining like stars had landed.

And in that light - Jude saw their futures.

He saw new homes, built not from wood and stone, but from roots and dreams.

He saw laughter echoing through waterfalls, limbs tangled in joy and passion beneath moons that glowed blue.

He saw the twelve women he loved in every possible way - wrapped in silk, soaked in river water, pressed to his chest, straddling his lap, whispering truths in his ear.

He saw himself.

As he had always been.

But finally whole.

The light faded slowly.

They descended gently, feet brushing back to earth.

Alara was gone.

Only the echo of her warmth remained.

The tree pulsed once more.

And fell still.

Silence.

Then Lucy giggled. "I’m hungry."

Zoey flopped down in the moss, laughing. "For food or for him ?"

Lucy grinned. "Both."

Jude raised a brow. "That’s fair."

Sophie rolled her eyes. "Let’s at least get fruit before the next orgy."

Emma smirked. "Or during ."

They all laughed.

And then they ran - laughing, glowing, tangled in each other - as the golden forest followed them home.

They reached the edge of the glade laughing, breathless, limbs still humming with that strange weightlessness the light had left behind. The air was thick with perfume - flowers opening wide in the wake of their steps, vines curling forward to taste the warmth of their passing. The trees swayed in rhythm, not from wind but from joy, from recognition. The island didn’t just know them now - it celebrated them.

Jude couldn’t stop smiling.

Lucy ran ahead, barefoot, her wrap undone and trailing behind her like a flag, her laughter pealing through the trees. Scarlet chased her, catching her around the waist with a cry and tumbling them both into a bank of glowing ferns. Behind them, Zoey picked a long fruit from a vine and bit into it, juice dribbling down her chin as she tossed another to Stella.

Jude paused at the ridge overlooking the pool where they’d first bathed after the merging. It shimmered below, now fully transformed - a mirror of gold and amethyst, reflecting a sky with no clouds, just warm, soft gradients of color. He felt Rose come up behind him without turning, her palm sliding along his spine.

"You’re glowing again," she said, voice husky with amusement.

"I don’t think I’ve stopped."

She pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. "You’ll get used to it."

He turned to face her, letting his arms slide around her waist. "Will we ever understand it all?"

Her smile was soft and knowing. "Do we have to?"

He kissed her forehead, then her lips, slow and deep. When they broke apart, Stella was waiting just behind them, her cheeks flushed, eyes bright. "We’ve got a feast," she said. "Fruit, roots, whatever this glowing nut thing is that Scarlet cracked open - smells like cinnamon and sex."

Zoey strutted up beside her, holding what looked like a curved blossom full of honey. "I vote we call this breakfast."

Jude took a breath, scenting the air. Everything felt charged. Even food smelled erotic now - nectar, spice, warmth. The kind of scent that made your mouth water and your thighs shift.

They gathered beneath the tree of light again, this time with no fear, no trial looming. They sat in a wide circle on the moss, plates and palms full of strange, delicious fruit. Jude sat in the center, legs splayed lazily, Lucy curled in his lap, feeding him slices of something that tasted like honeyed citrus. She moaned as she licked the juice from his lips, then leaned back with a grin.

"Best breakfast ever," she whispered, biting into another slice herself.

Grace laid on her side, one leg bent, watching the sky through the boughs of the tree, her voice distant. "Do you think the island dreams of us the way we dream of it?"

Emma, sitting cross-legged beside her, ran her fingers over Grace’s bare knee. "I think it is our dream now. And we’re living inside it."

Natalie leaned over to Jude, brushing fruit from his collarbone with her lips. "Then let’s keep dreaming."

Sophie reached across to steal a berry from Lucy’s fingers. "Only if we get to keep eating like this."

Susan chewed thoughtfully, legs folded beneath her. "And loving like this."

Scarlet reclined with her head in Zoey’s lap, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Zoey’s thigh. "I don’t want it to end."

"It won’t," Rose said. "Not as long as we stay open."

Jude looked around the circle - at twelve radiant, glowing women, all bound to him, to each other, to the island.