Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1660

Chapter 1660: Chapter 1660

Jude awoke in the heart of the spiral, limbs tangled with his wives, breath still caught between dream and reverence. The light from the orb had faded, but a warm glow lingered in the moss, like aftershocks from something divine. The vines above them swayed gently, whispering secrets between their leaves. The air tasted different now - sweeter, richer, more intimate, as though the forest itself had drawn a breath and held it close to its heart.

Lucy stirred first, her bare skin soft against his, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. She looked up at him, golden strands of hair curling across her flushed cheeks. "Do you feel it?" she whispered.

He nodded, brushing a kiss against her temple. "All of you. And something else."

Zoey rolled over beside them, her grin lazy and satisfied. "I swear I saw stars. Inside my eyelids. That wasn’t just sex. That was... I don’t even have the word."

Grace sat up slowly, her body wrapped in the morning mist, her eyes wide and thoughtful. "It was creation."

Natalie stretched with a small moan, the curve of her spine arching in the golden light. "Then what did we just create?"

They all looked to Jude.

He sat up, the spiral now beneath him cool and still, but not empty. He could feel it in his bones - something had changed permanently, not just in him, not just in them, but in the very island. His heart beat in rhythm with the moss, with the vines, with the low hum still echoing in the air. And inside that pulse, there was a new one. Smaller. Fainter.

But real.

He turned to Rose.

She was already watching him, her expression unreadable. "You heard it too."

"Yes," he said.

Emma’s brow furrowed. "Heard what?"

"The echo," Lucy whispered. "A second heartbeat."

Scarlet’s breath caught. "Are we...?"

Rose stepped forward, the vines parting before her. She knelt beside Jude and placed her hand flat against his stomach. "Not just one," she said. "Many. Scattered through us. The island gave us something. Or we gave it something. And now, it’s giving back."

Sophie stood slowly, her arms wrapped around herself, her eyes flicking to the woods beyond the spiral. "This is impossible."

"But it’s real," Stella said, her voice hushed. "I can feel it too. Inside me. Like something’s growing."

Susan swallowed. "It’s not just physical. It’s... spiritual. Like a thread tying us all together."

Zoey nudged Jude playfully. "Guess you really are the seed-bearer now."

He didn’t laugh.

Because it wasn’t a joke.

He could feel them - twelve threads of golden light, one in each of his wives. And something ancient had taken root there, something born of union, not of control. Not even of choice. Of inevitability. Of destiny.

Lucy’s lips brushed his ear. "What do we do now?"

He looked around them - at the clearing, at the spiral, at the sleeping vines. The orb was gone, or perhaps it had become the spiral itself. Everything was still, but not quiet. Not empty. He rose to his feet, the others rising with him, one by one, nude and radiant in the morning light.

"We go back," he said softly. "We rest. We prepare."

"For what?" Grace asked.

"For what comes next."

They walked in silence through the trees. The forest didn’t just welcome them - it celebrated them. Flowers opened in their wake. Dew shimmered in golden patterns on every leaf. Birds chirped high above, their songs matching the rhythm of the spiral that still pulsed faintly in Jude’s chest.

When they reached the treehouse clearing, the sky was painted with soft gold and lavender streaks. The fire from last night had burned low, but it sparked to life the moment Zoey passed it. No one questioned it.

The air was different here too - thicker with scent, layered with something almost sensual. They were changed, and the island responded.

They bathed slowly at the river, the water warm and smooth, curling around their bodies like silk. Jude moved between them with reverence, his fingers gentle, his kisses soft, his touch no longer filled with hunger, but with worship. Lucy leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. "You feel it too, don’t you?" she whispered.

"I feel everything," he said.

Later, as they lay on the moss outside the treehouse, Susan rested her head on his thigh, her eyes watching the sky. "Do you think it’s going to hurt?"

Jude looked down at her. "What?"

"Becoming more than we were."

He didn’t answer right away. He looked at each of them - each glowing, beautiful woman who had chosen him, who had merged with him, who now carried something new. He cupped Susan’s cheek. "Maybe. But not today."

Sophie stood by the fire, arms folded, watching. "And tomorrow?"

"We face it together," he said.

She didn’t smile. But she didn’t argue either.

That night, the island gave them dreams again. But not like before. No watchers. No monsters. No strange rituals. Only light. Only visions of roots twining through soil, of hearts pulsing in sync, of vines stretching toward a sun that never set. They saw themselves walking through forests with children at their sides, glowing-eyed and laughing. They saw homes made of living wood, of flowers that never wilted. They saw love that never ended.

Jude woke in the middle of the night to find Rose watching him from across the moss.

She crawled to him, slow and silent, then lay beside him, one hand pressing flat to his chest.

"It’s started," she whispered.

He nodded.

"I thought I was the one who would lead them," she said.

"You were," he said. "You still are. But we lead together now."

Her eyes gleamed. "Even Sophie?"

"Especially Sophie."

Rose leaned in and kissed him, slow and lingering. Then she whispered, "Tomorrow, we go deeper."

He touched her cheek. "Into the island?"

"No," she said, her voice trembling with promise. "Into ourselves."

And she kissed him again.

When morning came, the golden sky welcomed them once more.

And the spiral began to turn again.