Emily's POV
The vineyard was alive with music and laughter, the golden glow of lanterns casting soft light over couples swaying to the rhythm of an Italian love song. The scent of fresh grapes, aged oak barrels, and rich red wine wrapped around us like an intoxicating spell.
People were dancing, sipping wine, taking pictures—living in a perfect postcard moment.
And I?
I was right in the middle of it all, spinning in the arms of three devastatingly gorgeous Alphas.
Julian held me first, his touch possessive, precise, effortless. His hands found my waist, guiding me with refined elegance, like this was second nature to him.
"Didn't know you could dance, Blackthorne," I murmured, letting my fingers skim the lapel of his tailored suit.
He smirked, his blue eyes darkening. "There's a lot
