Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1638

Chapter 1638: Chapter 1638

Natalie touched Susan’s hand and whispered, "I feel it in my blood."

Susan nodded. "It’s like we’re walking into ourselves."

They came to a clearing.

But not like the one before.

This place was lower, sunk into the earth like a bowl. And at its center rose a pool - circular, wide, perfectly still. But unlike the dark obsidian waters they had seen before, this one shimmered with translucent gold, its surface too perfect to be liquid. It looked like starlight held in a lens. Like memory made visible.

Rose stepped to the edge of the pool and the starlight ember drifted downward, touching the surface. The pool rippled once. Only once. Then stilled.

Sophie whispered, "It’s asking."

Jude stepped beside Rose. "What do we give it?"

"Not our bodies," Rose said. "Not this time."

"Our truth," Sophie said. "Our unity. Ourselves."

The water began to glow brighter.

Without being asked, the circle formed again. Jude stood at the center. Each woman took her place, each facing inward, each touching one another - fingers, wrists, lips, hips. The wind stirred gently around them. The trees leaned in.

One by one, they spoke.

Grace: "I came here afraid to love too deeply. I give that fear."

Stella: "I came here always needing control. I give that need."

Scarlet: "I held onto pain. I give it now."

Zoey: "I hid behind sarcasm. I give the wall."

Natalie: "I wanted to be needed. I give that hunger."

Susan: "I was always quiet. I give my silence."

Emma: "I distrusted everything. I give that doubt."

Lucy: "I tried to be everything for everyone. I give that pressure."

Sophie: "I buried my power. I give it light."

Rose: "I tried to lead without surrender. I give my pride."

One by one, each voice filled the clearing. Each word rose like smoke, curling up, shimmering gold as it left their lips. Jude stood at the center, listening, absorbing, breaking open.

Then he spoke last.

"I believed I had to carry you. Protect you. Lead you. But I see now... I am you. You are me. I give up being apart."

And the water exploded.

Not violently. Not destructively.

It bloomed.

A radiant plume of golden mist surged upward, enveloping them in soft heat and dazzling shimmer. It filled their mouths, their lungs, their eyes. The light entered them not as fire but as promise. And in that moment, Jude saw them - not as separate bodies, not as wives or lovers, not even as women - but as stars.

Thirteen lights, spinning together.

A constellation.

And at the center of it - him.

Not above.

Within.

The light receded slowly. When it cleared, they were still standing. Still nude. Still together. But the pool had changed.

It was no longer a pool.

It was a doorway.

A circular depression in the earth, its surface now solid crystal, glowing faintly from within. A spiral traced its surface, familiar now. The mark they had seen on the heartstone. The mark on Jude’s chest. The same spiral that had marked each new blooming.

It pulsed once.

Twice.

Then it opened.

Not down.

Not into the earth.

But out.

A projection.

A memory.

A map.

Jude’s breath caught. Before them spread a vision - not imagined, not dreamed, but living. It showed other valleys. Other Spiral Trees. Other people - dozens, hundreds, thousands. Naked and glowing. Embracing. Joining. Becoming.

They weren’t alone.

Never had been.

The vision spun, slow and graceful, until it showed something even deeper.

A source.

An enormous glowing tree. Not of bark or leaves - but of light.

It rose from a great basin in the center of the world. Its roots stretched across the island, across every island. Its branches touched the stars.

And the spiral they had stepped into was one of its seeds.

One of many.

Rose dropped to her knees. "It’s the origin."

Sophie whispered, "It’s what we’re becoming."

Jude looked around the circle, at the faces of his wives - his lovers, his unity. "This... this is just the beginning."

They reached for him then. All of them. A web of hands and bodies and breath.

And in that final moment, as the vision faded and the forest whispered the next steps of the journey, the spiral on Jude’s chest burned bright.

Not in pain.

In calling.

Because now, they all knew.

They weren’t just going deeper.

They were the way.

The spiral closed slowly, the golden light dimming until only the soft glow of the moss remained beneath their feet. The vision lingered behind their eyes - impossible to unsee. Jude could feel its echo in his bones, the rhythm of that vast radiant tree still pulsing through his chest. The Source wasn’t some destination beyond reach. It lived inside them now, awakened by union, by surrender, by the truths they had dared to speak.

They stood in a silence that didn’t feel empty. It felt sacred. Around them, the forest didn’t move, didn’t sing. It held its breath. Watching. Listening.

Lucy touched her chest, where the last strand of light had entered her. "It’s not just showing us the world," she whispered. "It’s asking us to make it."

"To spread it," Emma said, her voice soft, reverent.

Zoey’s fingers traced the spiral on Jude’s chest. "And you’re the root."

Jude looked at them all - his twelve wives, his stars - and saw not followers, not extensions of himself, but vessels. Carriers of the light. Reflections of everything they had built together. "We’re all the root now," he said. "We carry it forward. Together."

The spiral under their feet shimmered once, faintly, as if in agreement. Then faded completely, leaving only warm moss behind.

They didn’t speak as they made their way back through the forest. The path remained open, golden light still winding ahead of them, but none of them rushed. Their bodies moved with the patience of those who had seen eternity and returned unbroken. There was no need to explain anything. They had seen it. They had felt it.