Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1592

Chapter 1592: Chapter 1592

The others shifted closer, forming a gentle ring around the new life they’d created. The golden light that still clung to their skin began to gather, soft and slow, drawn like threads of honey toward the sprout. Jude watched as the energy seeped into the ground, not drained, but offered - willingly, lovingly. The earth responded with a low hum, a bass note that resonated in his bones.

Stella reached over and touched his shoulder. "Do you feel that?"

He nodded. "It’s feeding from us."

"Not feeding," Emma said. "Bonding."

Grace tilted her head. "Like it needs our love to grow."

Natalie leaned in, her breath cool against his ear. "It was born of us. It’s one of us."

The sprout trembled, then slowly stretched upward. It wasn’t fast, not like magic in a storybook - but steady, sure. Jude felt it in his chest again, that blooming warmth that made his breath hitch and his eyes sting. It was like watching a miracle happen one heartbeat at a time.

Lucy curled tighter into him. "We’re not just lovers anymore."

He turned to her. "Then what are we?"

She kissed his shoulder, soft and slow. "Founders. Creators."

Sophie stood, bare and proud in the moonlight, the wild curls of her hair falling across her shoulders. "Parents," she said. "In more ways than one."

No one spoke for a long while after that. The sprout had stopped growing - at least for the night - but the light it gave off was a constant golden pulse. A heartbeat. A new rhythm that now belonged to them all. Jude stood, helped Lucy up, then turned to Rose.

"Is this what Alara meant?" he asked.

"She showed us a path," Rose said. "But this is ours now."

Scarlet took Grace’s hand, fingers weaving together. "So what now? Do we wait?"

"No," Susan said, surprising them all with the strength in her voice. "We build."

Jude looked to her, surprised. Susan had always been hesitant, cautious. But now her face was serene, glowing with purpose.

"You said it yourself," she continued. "This was just the seed. It’s our job to tend it."

Emma walked over and ran her fingers through Jude’s hair. "We need a home. Not just a clearing."

"A place for it," Grace whispered, touching the soil around the sprout. "To protect it. Shelter it. Nurture it."

Zoey raised her hand. "I vote treehouse. But, like... a sexy, mystical, glowing one."

Scarlet smirked. "Seconded."

Stella rolled her eyes. "We’ll build with what the island gives us."

Rose placed a hand to the earth and closed her eyes. The ground responded, a ripple of golden light echoing outward from her touch.

"It will give us what we need," she said. "If we move with intention."

Jude looked at each of them, their glowing faces framed in the dark, their eyes burning with vision and desire. "Then let’s build something worthy of this."

They scattered like starlight, some retrieving vines, others gathering wood, moss, stones glowing faintly with amber fire. The island offered more than materials - it offered guidance. Trees that bent just slightly toward them. Rocks that shimmered when placed together. Leaves that shaped themselves into perfect coverings without tearing.

It wasn’t just a structure that began to rise - it was theirs. An altar. A haven. A nest.

The wives worked without pause, nude or barely covered, sweating and laughing and kissing between tasks. The energy never dimmed. Even when exhaustion tugged at their limbs, it only made them cling tighter to one another. Their kisses carried strength. Their touches transferred energy. They fed each other - fruit and warmth and soft moans under the vines - then returned to building.

By dawn, the nest was done.

It rested just off the ground, cradled in the arms of four thick branches, the glowing sprout sheltered in its center like a sacred flame. Inside, the space was soft, lined in moss and flowers that released a calming scent. Above, the canopy had twisted open to allow moonlight to stream through, casting shifting patterns of silver and gold across the woven walls.

They climbed in together, one by one, curling around the sprout like petals around a bud. Jude took the center again, Lucy on one side, Rose on the other. Sophie lay against his legs, Zoey at his feet. The others wove around them, fingers laced, skin warm.

And in that nest, something shifted again.

Not the island.

Them.

Jude felt it first - a pulse between his ribs, stronger than before. Like a second heartbeat. He gasped softly, and the others stirred.

"What is it?" Stella asked, brushing hair from his face.

He opened his mouth to answer, but Lucy beat him to it.

"I feel it too," she whispered. "Inside me."

Emma touched her stomach. "It’s...warm."

Scarlet gasped. "Me too. I feel it - deep."

Zoey sat up, staring at her hands. "It’s moving. "

Grace moaned softly, her eyes wide. "Jude..."

He looked down at Lucy, then at Rose. "What’s happening?"

Rose leaned in and kissed his lips, slow and knowing.

"You planted more than one seed," she said.

He froze. "But I only - "

"You don’t have to understand yet," she whispered. "Just feel it."

Susan was the next to tremble. Then Natalie. Then Sophie, her eyes narrowing as her hand slid between her legs.

"It’s... real," she said. "It’s not just magic. It’s life."

Emma began to cry - silent, golden tears that streaked her cheeks and fell onto the moss. "I feel full."

Jude sat up, panic and awe and desire all warring in his chest. "Are you saying - "

Rose smiled. "We’re not just building a home."

Stella touched her belly and nodded. "We’re becoming one."

Twelve women. Twelve bodies now glowing faintly not just from energy - but from within. As if something had taken root deep in their cores and begun to grow. Jude stared in stunned wonder.

It was happening.

They were becoming more.

Not just bonded.

Not just loved.

But family.

The sprout pulsed again.

And all around them, golden flowers opened, fragrant and trembling in the morning sun.