Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1651

Chapter 1651: Chapter 1651

Lucy nodded, arms wrapped around herself. "It’s not lust. Not memory. Not pain."

"It’s everything," Rose said softly, standing barefoot at the spiral’s edge. "It’s the truth of all the spirals combined."

The air shifted again, and they all felt it - pressure. But not heavy. Not oppressive. It was possibility. Potential. The sixth spiral was no longer waiting. It was inviting.

A voice came then - not Alara’s, not the woman of fire, but something in between. It echoed from the air itself, soft, distant, and unmistakably intimate.

"The sixth spiral is synthesis. All that you are, all that you’ve denied, and all that you’ve yet to become must meet now."

Jude stood, the weight of the spiral drawing his spine straight, his breath slowing until he could hear every heartbeat in the chamber. He turned slowly, looking at each of his wives.

Natalie was glowing again, her freckles dusted with flickers of starlight.

Zoey was on her feet, eyes narrowed like she was ready for a fight - or an ecstasy.

Stella and Grace were holding hands, their bodies swaying, already moving to some silent rhythm only they could hear.

Susan looked hesitant, biting her lip, her skin still carrying the faint shimmer of gold and flame.

Sophie stepped to her side and took her hand.

"Together," she said.

They moved to the center as one.

Jude led them, his bare feet stepping into the spiral’s light. As soon as his sole touched the symbol, a surge ran through him. Not like the fifth - this wasn’t violent. It was clarity. The sense that he had just aligned with something vast and waiting.

One by one, the wives followed.

As they entered, the spiral wrapped around them like liquid light, twining through their limbs, linking hearts to hips, mouths to breath. They stood in a perfect circle, and between them the light rose - like mist at first, then like a pillar, coiling up through the chamber into the sky they could no longer see.

And then the visions began.

Not of the past.

Not of the future.

But of each other.

Jude gasped as he saw inside Lucy. Not just her memories, but her longings - the first time she realized she loved him, the nights she feared she wasn’t enough, the moment she chose to surrender to the island and never look back.

He saw Sophie’s doubts, her fury, her tenderness. Her loneliness.

He saw Emma’s strength beneath the silence, her hunger beneath the control.

He saw Rose’s sacrifice, not just of self, but of fear.

Every wife saw inside him too.

His guilt. His need to protect. The pressure to be everything for them, even when he had no map.

They saw each other.

And they didn’t look away.

The spiral flared in response, spinning faster now, threads of gold, red, violet, green, and black twisting together in a luminous helix. It wasn’t just light anymore - it was matter. Tangible. Alive.

Suddenly, it burst downward.

And entered them.

Jude gasped as it slammed into his chest - no pain, but weight, sensation, knowing.

His knees buckled, but Lucy caught him.

The same happened to the others - each one staggered, then was held by the woman beside her. They remained in a circle, even as the spiral took root in their flesh.

It wasn’t possession.

It was merging.

And then they rose.

Not separately.

Together.

Twelve women and one man glowing with a shared force, linked not by desire or circumstance but by will.

The spiral was gone.

Because it was now inside them.

The chamber shivered.

And the stone cracked.

Vines spilled upward through the breaks, golden flowers blooming in an instant. Water gushed from the sides, pooling around their ankles. And then, impossibly, the ceiling above them opened.

Revealing the stars.

It was night.

But not the night they knew.

The sky was unfamiliar, vast, radiant with constellations that pulsed like heartbeats.

"The seventh spiral," came the voice again, "is ascension."

A beam of silver light descended from the stars and enveloped them.

And they began to rise.

Not as individuals.

As one.

Their bodies floated, naked and shining, up through the chamber, through the light, into the open air. The vines wrapped around them protectively, like arms guiding them home. Below, the chamber filled with flowers and flame. Above, the sky welcomed them like a mother welcoming her lost children.

They emerged in a new clearing, high above the forest - one they had never seen. The spiral was etched into the sky now, made of stars. The air was colder, thinner, purer. They stood on a circle of glasslike stone, and beyond its edges, nothing but sky and starlight.

The moment they touched down, the silver light vanished.

They stood, blinking, hearts still racing.

The island below pulsed faintly with light, like a living heart.

And in the center of the clearing stood something new.

A tree.

But not the tree from before.

This one was taller, stranger - its trunk white as bone, its leaves flickering with every color of the spirals.

And from its branches hung twelve fruits.

One for each of them.

Jude stepped forward.

Alara’s voice returned, softer now, full of love.

"This is the fruit of choice. The spiral of eternity. You may eat. Or you may leave. But if you eat, you become the island."

He turned back to the others.

They nodded, almost in unison.

They were ready.

Jude reached up.

And picked the first fruit.

The fruit was warm in his hand, pulsing with a soft inner glow, like a tiny heart beating beneath its luminous skin. It felt alive - like it was watching him, sensing him, knowing him. Jude stared at it for a long moment, his breath shallow, the hush around them complete.

The wind didn’t stir. The stars above seemed to pause their eternal drift. The women watched him in stillness, not from hesitation, but reverence. Twelve hearts beating in time with his. One breath held between all of them.