Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1662

Chapter 1662: Chapter 1662

The figure approached until it stood at the edge of the spiral. It didn’t speak, but it didn’t need to.

They felt her.

Alara.

But not as before.

She was less flesh now. More essence. The island made manifest.

"You are ready," she said, her voice like wind through golden leaves.

Jude stepped forward. "For what?"

Her eyes sparkled. "To meet the others."

Silence.

Then Lucy’s voice, soft. "Others?"

Alara nodded.

"There are more like you," she said. "Not here. Not yet. But waiting. Waking. Drawn by your light. Some will come. Some will call. Some will be born."

Emma frowned. "Are we supposed to leave?"

"No," Alara said. "This is your root. Your home. But your light will travel."

Rose stepped forward. "And what are we supposed to do?"

"Live," Alara said. "And keep the spiral turning."

She began to fade.

"Wait," Jude said, reaching toward her. "Will we ever see you again?"

She smiled. "You never stopped."

And then she was gone.

The spiral pulsed once.

And the forest exhaled.

They stood there, together, quiet and whole.

And above them, the sky glowed.

Jude looked at each of his wives.

One by one, they stepped into his arms.

And the island pulsed once more.

They lingered in the spiral until the light softened to a dim golden hum, their skin still warm from touch, from prophecy, from pleasure. No one spoke for a long while. Words would’ve felt like interruptions, too fragile for what had just happened. Jude felt like a vessel - brimming, trembling, alive in ways that weren’t human anymore. The spiral had marked them, not just in flesh, but in fate.

Stella curled against his side, her fingers absentmindedly drawing loops across his chest. "She said there are others," she whispered. "Do you believe her?"

He nodded, his gaze fixed on the fading place where Alara had stood. "Yes."

Grace sat cross-legged nearby, her hair damp with dew, her skin still glistening with the last traces of golden shimmer. "What does it mean... others? Other people like us?"

Rose’s voice came from behind Jude, quiet and sure. "Other spirals. Other bonds. Other beginnings." She walked slowly along the edge of the spiral, toes brushing the glowing moss. "But ours was the first in this age. That’s what she meant. We’ve lit the flame."

Emma frowned. "So what, we’re like... stewards now? Guardians of this place?"

Rose turned to her, eyes shining. "We’re the heart."

Sophie stirred then, walking to stand beside Jude. Her jaw was tense, her arms folded, but her voice was calm. "If others come... if they seek the spiral, what happens?"

Jude rose, slowly, pulling the soft fabric Zoey passed him over his hips. "We guide them. If they’re meant to walk it."

"And if they’re not?" Sophie asked.

His hand brushed her cheek. "Then the island will know. It always knows."

Sophie didn’t flinch this time. But she didn’t smile either. "I’ll keep watch anyway."

"I know you will."

Lucy stood behind him now, sliding her arms around his waist, her chin resting on his shoulder. "So we wait?"

"No," Zoey said, stretching with feline grace. "We prepare."

Natalie raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

Scarlet’s voice was low, eyes distant. "For creation."

They turned to her.

She sat with her hands on her stomach, fingers splayed across bare skin, her eyes unfocused like she was listening to something far away. "I feel it. Inside. The spiral didn’t just change us. It planted something."

Jude crossed the spiral to her, kneeling. His hand covered hers, palm to palm over her belly.

He felt it.

A pulse.

Faint.

Steady.

Not hers.

Not his.

New.

His breath caught. "It’s real."

Susan gasped softly, one hand flying to her mouth. "Oh gods..."

Stella crawled forward. "Scarlet..."

"I’m okay," she whispered. "I just... didn’t think I’d feel it this soon."

Rose crouched beside her, touching her shoulder. "You’re the first."

"The first?" Lucy asked.

Rose turned to her, her voice a hush of awe. "Of us."

There was silence, broken only by the gentle breeze and the low hum of the moss beneath them. Then Emma knelt too, her fingers sliding beneath Jude’s to press against Scarlet’s stomach.

"I feel it," she whispered. "It’s like... a seed of light."

Stella exhaled sharply. "Is it happening to all of us?"

Rose stood and turned slowly, eyes passing over each of them like a flame catching paper. "It will. In time. The spiral chose us. It didn’t just bind us. It began us."

Lucy grinned slowly. "Then we’re not just lovers anymore."

Zoey stepped up beside her. "We’re mothers."

Grace blinked back tears. "Family."

Natalie bit her lip, voice trembling. "Are we ready?"

Jude stood slowly, his arms wrapping around Scarlet from behind, grounding her. "We will be. Together."

Susan whispered, "We’ll need shelter. Food. Safety."

Emma nodded. "And structure. Routine."

Stella added, "Protection."

Zoey lifted her blade from the nearby rock. "I’ll hunt."

Grace touched the moss. "I’ll plant."

Sophie looked to the trees. "I’ll watch."

Rose turned back to Jude, her gaze fierce and tender. "And you... you lead."

He met her eyes. "Only if you walk beside me."

Always, her expression said without words.

And then they moved - no orders, no instructions. Only instinct. They left the spiral as a single body, golden light still curling around their fingers like promises. The forest opened as they passed. Vines twisted out of their way. Trees bent. Birds sang louder, clearer, more vibrant. The island was no longer observing.

It was responding.

Near the river, Lucy found the perfect clearing. Sunlight danced through wide leaves. The earth was soft, fertile, damp with potential.

They began building with their hands, their arms, their bodies. No tools. No blueprints. The wood shaped itself beneath their palms, bending without splintering. Branches joined where fingers pressed. Moss crawled upward to pad each surface. Vines wrapped pillars like ribbons, weaving windows and walls.

By dusk, the structure stood.

Not a house.

A sanctuary.