Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1729

Chapter 1729: Chapter 1729

No one spoke for a long moment. A breeze rolled gently through the clearing, rustling leaves in a language they were just beginning to understand. Flowers nearby bloomed a second time. The trees bent slightly inward, as if leaning to see.

Then, from far off, that same deep tone echoed again. Not from the direction of the heartstone or the lake.

But from beneath.

Jude stood slowly, his fingers brushing Lucy’s arm, then Sophie’s shoulder as he rose. "There’s more," he said.

"Always," Zoey replied, rising beside him, her eyes still on the seed.

Natalie stepped close and slipped her hand into Jude’s. "Where do we go now?"

Jude turned to Rose, but she shook her head with a smile. "Not this time. This is your path now."

He took a breath and looked toward the east, where the light filtering through the canopy had begun to shift again - not dimming, but changing. Silver had begun to mingle with gold in the sky. The trees there looked taller, their trunks woven with vines that glowed faintly. Between them, a slope led down. A new path, not yet walked.

He reached for the seed.

But the moment his fingers touched it, it didn’t stay a seed.

It unfurled like a flower, petals opening in slow motion, soft silver-gold leaves uncurling to reveal a small orb of light within - a floating sphere no larger than a pebble, but so bright it burned shadows away.

Grace gasped, her fingers at her lips.

Scarlet stepped closer, eyes wide. "It’s not a seed. It’s a guide."

As they watched, the orb rose slowly from the moss and hovered in the air, drifting forward a few feet, pulsing gently.

And then, it began to move.

Down the new path.

Jude didn’t hesitate. He followed.

Lucy came next, slipping into step beside him. Then Zoey. Then Stella. Then Grace. The others followed in a loose, reverent formation - twelve women, one man, all bare under the dappled light, skin glowing, bodies humming with the rhythm of the island.

As they moved, the air thickened - not with heat, but with magic.

The trees whispered in spirals, repeating phrases they could almost understand.

Jude walked faster, heart pounding, the orb always just ahead, bobbing slowly like it was leading them home.

After a while, the trees parted.

And before them stood a doorway.

Not made of wood or bone or root.

But light.

A shimmering arch of pulsing, woven radiance, formed of the same silver-gold hue that marked their bodies.

Beyond it: nothing. Just whiteness. As if the world itself had paused.

Jude stepped forward. His foot touched the edge of the light.

A hum filled the clearing, resonating in his chest, his spine, his teeth.

Then the doorway opened.

Or rather - it welcomed .

Jude turned back one last time to look at them.

His women.

His loves.

His wives.

Lucy nodded first, her hand brushing his.

Then Rose smiled, her eyes warm.

Sophie met his gaze and whispered, "We trust you."

He stepped through.

The others followed.

And the world fell away.

For a moment, there was only light.

Heat.

And a falling sensation - not downward, but inward, like being drawn into the core of everything.

Then: ground.

Jude opened his eyes.

He stood in a place that shouldn’t exist.

A field of stars.

But underfoot, earth.

Above: galaxies blooming like flowers.

Beside him: his wives.

All of them shining.

And ahead - a figure.

Alara.

But different.

Her hair was long and wild, her eyes glowing brighter than before.

She stood in the starlit field and smiled.

"You made it," she said. "The island is awake. And now, so are you."

Jude stepped forward. "What is this place?"

"The heart of the island. Its true self," she said. "Where all choices begin."

He looked around. "Why show us this?"

"Because the seed you carry - inside you now - is not the end. It’s the start. A key. A breath. You are the first to bring the island to fullness. But now comes the real test."

Rose stepped forward beside him. "What test?"

Alara gestured, and the stars shifted.

They saw other people - other tribes - other couples, groups, lovers - each making different choices, some glowing, some burning, some fading away.

"You were not the first brought here," she said. "But you were the first to unite. Fully. Without breaking. Without losing yourselves."

"Why us?" Emma asked.

"Because you chose love. Even in lust. Even in madness. You surrendered to each other. You listened. "

Lucy exhaled softly. "And now?"

"Now you choose again," Alara said, her voice soft but echoing with power. "This place can be your world. You can build upon it. Shape it. Love it. Or you can return to the forest. Walk as gods among trees."

Jude looked to each of them.

Lucy, golden.

Sophie, wild and defiant.

Zoey, burning.

Stella, soft and steady.

Grace, ever smiling.

Natalie, heart strong and wide.

Emma, fierce and curious.

Scarlet, watchful and quiet.

Susan, open now, her eyes no longer afraid.

And Rose - his beginning and his fire.

"What do you want?" he asked them.

One by one, they spoke.

"To stay," Lucy said.

"To build," Zoey added.

"To love without fear," Sophie whispered.

"To know what comes next," Emma said.

"To create," Grace smiled.

"To be free," said Stella.

"To explore," Natalie added.

"To dream together," Scarlet offered.

"To never wake up," Susan whispered.

Rose looked at them all. Then to Jude.

"I want us. Always."

Jude looked to Alara.

"We choose this."

Alara stepped back, her eyes shining. "Then it is yours."

And just like that - the stars above burst into bloom.

The field transformed.

Beneath their feet, new earth formed - soft, warm, pulsing.

In the center of them, the seed hovered again.

Jude reached toward it.

And this time, it didn’t just bloom.

It burst - into a tree of light.

Tall.

Wide.

Alive.

And all around them, the new world began.

Together, they stepped forward.

Naked.

Glowing.

Alive.

And they began to build not with tools.

But with touch.

With kisses.

With union.

Their island.

Their dream.

Forever.