Zoey laid her head on Natalie's chest, murmuring her name like a prayer.
Jude held Lucy close, his cock softening inside her, both of them trembling from too much sensation.
Then Rose spoke.
Soft.
Calm.
Final.
"It's done."
Jude looked around at them. His wives. His soulmates. They weren't just women anymore. They weren't just his.
They were part of something larger.
So was he.
And the island was awake.
The silence that followed was not empty - it was sacred. Thick with power, dense with everything they had poured into the island, into each other. Jude held Lucy against him, her body soft and warm, still joined with his. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her forehead resting on his shoulder as the glowing petals swirled gently across the pool like living constellations.
Around them, no one spoke.
They didn't need to.
The island was speaking now.